Mirror spray
Through the dark
Lethal regality
Shattered reality
Backward steps
Dawn-light tears
Reawaken
Childhood fears
Brass turns
Fingers burn
Tiptoes swaying
Music playing
Darkness yearning
Clenched fists
White powder
Slashed wrists
Midnight oil
Sheets soiled
Frosted glass
Broken past
Spiral stairs
Piercing glares
Self hate
Too late
Roll the dice
Sweet smell dark
Don't think
Just drink
Closed eyes
Clock chimes
Bleed out
Lose count
Author notes
Wrote this last night after 'Nightmare of the Iris'. I have no idea why I wrote in these styles. I think it might be freak week for me. But this one does have a point at least lol.
Written May 24th, 2006
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Though I enjoyed this poem and it is extremely well written, sorry it was not quite what I was looking for, I am very very greatful that you shared it with me however, I received some strong inner messages from these words...Thanks for entering!
BV -
WOW This is such a great poem. It flows so fast as if it is someone crying/mumbling/moaning to themself as they sit on the floor in the corner rocking back and forth.
There is so much meaning buried within each line.
Well Done!
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great
wow this is awsome
great job
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Yea i like this it has a very good point.... time is running out and before you know it... it has gone by ... soo fast... where did it go? and then ... where did you go ? ... your gone... dead!... anyway good write ... keep it up! ~Alleena~
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