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O-D-C-O-(N)


Author: angelfyre
ASL Info:    17/yes please/here
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Words: 241
Class/Type: Poetry /Mirror or Mask
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i'm sorry....to sound shallow or whatever....but sometimes...in some situations....having only inner beauty is not enough


O-D-C-O-(N)



OOO
Nani
Nani

My shadow, doubled, dances elegantly.
Telling me to change my spots to stripes.
I cry though the fuzz on my peaches.
Each tear landing on his memories
that I've never heard before.
How is it
that I still can't paint my thoughts on his wind?
I only need to know everything.

DIE
Nani
Nani

These cold and quivering fingers are my own.
Molding, pinching, manipulating the plethora of fat.
The understanding of the strong, solid flame
flickers under Fuller breaths.
One at a time,
chapped nails dig into the flesh on my torso.
Peircing through and draining the external deformities.
Stripes of crimson cover my imcomplete spots.

CRY
Nani
Nani

He will tremble and blame himself.
I can never make him understand
the singularity of his words.
I can never hate him.
He is each bristle on my hearts brush.
Everything he does, smooths out my feelings.
Detangles what my heart once felt.
I merely hate myself, love.
Only reflecting inner beauty will not suffice
when both my masters eternal jewel and the cage that holds it
both are the epitome of perfection.

OOO
Nani
Nani

Spring, rebirth.
Can my freshly carved stripes
completely cover me until he comes?
Or will I fall to my undeserving knees
when the leaves fall to the ground...
and expose what i try so hard to conceal(improve)




Submitted on 2006-05-13 20:59:03     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  This is a very good write
Where you really captured an incredible amount of emotion
The words you used to describe your theme are absolutrly perfect
You did an incredible job with this one
I look forward to reading more writes from you
God Bless
Ron
| Posted on 2006-05-22 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]
  My shadow, doubled, dances elegantly.
Telling me to change my spots to stripes.
I cry though the fuzz on my peaches.
Each tear landing on his memories
that I've never heard before.
How is it
that I still can't paint my thoughts on his wind?
I only need to know everything.

(those inner demons, are just loud obnoxious real demons for friends and family, telling you the wrong things, shouting when they should be whispering something really encouraging to you, cause basically thats how you motivate more inspiration from anything more unique than yourself...keep pushing that person to keep doing better and better things)

These cold and quivering fingers are my own.
Molding, pinching, manipulating the plethora of fat.
The understanding of the strong, solid flame
flickers under Fuller breaths.
One at a time,
chapped nails dig into the flesh on my torso.
Peircing through and draining the external deformities.
Stripes of crimson cover my imcomplete spots.

(Tearing away at beauty, twisting the words you want to hear, the only truth into more negativity, crushing the angel again, grounding the god that connects the two)

He will tremble and blame himself.
I can never make him understand
the singularity of his words.
I can never hate him.
He is each bristle on my hearts brush.
Everything he does, smooths out my feelings.
Detangles what my heart once felt.
I merely hate myself, love.
Only reflecting inner beauty will not suffice
when both my masters eternal jewel and the cage that holds it
both are the epitome of perfection.

Spring, rebirth.
Can my freshly carved stripes
completely cover me until he comes?
Or will I fall to my undeserving knees
when the leaves fall to the ground...
and expose what i try so hard to conceal(improve)

(can't improve upon something already worshiped by the best one in existance, you need to fully understand why exactly your being cupped between these exotic hands constantly and brought up to new heights, you need to read beyond the inside sculpture and find out why there is this growing need for nothing else, manifesting itself in the most distant, seemingly out of reach thing in existance, that you own more than a person owns a mortgage or a car, or their own existance)
| Posted on 2006-05-20 00:00:00 | by Reckoner | [ Reply to This ]


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