DeadByMorning
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shattered in lies, looking up to the crimson sky...above all is peaceful
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Post by DeadByMorning on Dec 7, 2004 0:19:34 GMT -5
This love beats fierce Like a sexual vein The addiction travels fast Like a beast on a chain.
I crave your lips Grazing my skin like silk Your fingers raking my hair Skin white and pale as milk.
I'm a slave to your love The moment our lips touch Every moment you're away I beg for more, oh so much.
Your kiss is that of flames Of double-edged razorblades Your touch is searing poison And goodbye the reaper bades.
Without you I wish I were dead Caught in your spiderwebs of lies Suffering withdrawals of you Without you, how my heart cries.
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Post by bloodredtears on Dec 7, 2004 11:11:01 GMT -5
another really good poem..you have a lot of talent...i really like the fourth stanza and how you ended it "and goodbye the reaper bades" even though bades isn't a word you hear alot now i really like it....good job!
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Post by ::..::FoX::..:: on Dec 8, 2004 7:08:35 GMT -5
This is great DBM, great to see you back
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Post by undiscovered417 on Dec 8, 2004 23:19:14 GMT -5
wow...great job!
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Post by Alex'z Death Chic on Dec 11, 2004 7:54:24 GMT -5
i like it...
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NeverMore
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Beethoven Looking f*g
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Post by NeverMore on Dec 12, 2004 7:31:52 GMT -5
Yup, I concure.. another great work. I am confused why it is in this section, well sort of. The passion is sure here. But the scorn is strong too, stronger I think. Not sure if I would change it in your shoes though, all depends on what you felt when writing it. But it certainly makes one think. And to me, the sign of a great poet, is one who can write a work that makes one question the work and the writing at the same time as enjiying the read emensly. I do believe you got me on all points *S*
Awsome yet again!
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DeadByMorning
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shattered in lies, looking up to the crimson sky...above all is peaceful
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Post by DeadByMorning on Dec 12, 2004 14:35:47 GMT -5
thank you everyone.
it's kind of like an "I love you but I hate you" type of poem.
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