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PoRCeLaiN SKiN

Contributed by xSlashXPrettyXSkinx on Thursday, 26th August 2004 @ 12:46:11 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



Two thousand miles away from home and alone
The radio blaring, only the interior lights shone
In the car, with a lifetime ahead
Staring into the black asphalt, confronting the dead.

She laughed at herself to pass the time
Flooring it, putting miles between herself and the scene of the crime
She missed forever and only paused for red
Replaying the images of their voices and all they said.

Feeling so battered, broken and bruised
Out of the car, she walks miles in worn out shoes
Left her past where it belonged, she was sure
Taking precious time to find what was inside of her.

All her life, she played to win
Only to end up, smashing her porcelain skin
Coming to a crossing and finding his hand
He lead her to a different land.

She couldnt accept the perfect shades
The beauty cut like razorblades
So, she washed her face and then the knife
She took in a breath and then took her life.

He found her laying in a pool of crimson and rose
And sat in silence to mourn the loss
He faught to save her porcelain, before he cried and cried
Her memory lost the day she died.





Copyright © xSlashXPrettyXSkinx ... [ 2004-08-26 00:46:11]
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Re: PoRCeLaiN SKiN (User Rating: 1 )
by afterdark on Thursday, 26th August 2004 @ 07:18:35 AM AEST
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Hun i like this one..The detail is great as well..Honest..


AfterDark..


Re: PoRCeLaiN SKiN (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Thursday, 26th August 2004 @ 09:22:59 AM AEST
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The title as well as the poem I thought well constructed. The details were very powerful.

I was saddened by the death. I suppose because i've come to find life so precious.

This is an excellent (5 rating +) poem.

Kie


Re: PoRCeLaiN SKiN (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Thursday, 26th August 2004 @ 01:52:15 PM AEST
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very sad and powerful write,

pixie xx


Re: PoRCeLaiN SKiN (User Rating: 1 )
by ShadowDaughter on Thursday, 26th August 2004 @ 05:23:31 PM AEST
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Oh my god . . . Linds . . . this is absolutely amazing. Beautiful. Stunning. Effulgent. I'm awestruck . . .

Perfectly done. I'm mouthing the lines

She couldnt accept the perfect shades
The beauty cut like razorblades

over and over again because I don't want to ever forget them; they're sheer poetry at its very peak.

Beautiful, hon. *hugs*

--me


Re: PoRCeLaiN SKiN (User Rating: 1 )
by Kevin on Thursday, 26th August 2004 @ 07:23:36 PM AEST
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Awesome, i really enjoyed it, an excellent write.
-Kevin




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