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Garden of Destruction
Contributed by
Bloodyrose
on
Monday, 3rd May 2004 @ 11:44:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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There is an edge of insanity,
Over where I walk,
on the garden wall.
Marigolds and roses and tulips and babys breath.
They all creep towards me
trying to blind me with their glorious sunsets.
As if to say
'We know your game
and you can't fight it.
Besides,
we are prettier than you'.
So I stamp on their heads and feel omnipotent,
Destroying beauty seems to have more point
than creation.
I turn over my hands and study
those river bed veins in blue
that cross and peak at the
wrist connection.
And I ponder to myself
'How easy it would be
to flow the river red
and bleed into the sea'.
But I retreat,
my hands in my pockets,
a daisy clenched in my fist.
And I whisper:
'I love me.
I love me not.
I love me.
I love me not.'
And
Make my way to the oven where I
stare into the abyss of
Plathesque proportions
and smell the gas,
and smell the gas.
Copyright ©
Bloodyrose
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2004-05-03 11:44:15]
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Re: Garden of Destruction
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 3rd May 2004 @ 11:56:01 AM AEST
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powerful and hard hitting excellent work.
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Re: Garden of Destruction
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 3rd May 2004 @ 12:30:52 PM AEST
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| a new take on roses are red....good work hun |
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