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    dots Submission Name: Basilicadots
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    Author: Porcelaine
    ASL Info:    27/F/Croatia
    Elite Ratio:    3.9 - 880/703/256
    Words: 205
    Class/Type: Poetry/Gothic
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    dotsBasilicadots
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    I have greeted you before
    Not a spark of your blood
    Not a scar of the sinful silk
    And your palm
    Where my destiny was left unwritten
    Is closing
    For the demons of heart
    Closing
    And your wings are left impaired

    In marble
    Unbidden
    Unfrozen
    Distrustful
    Legacy of smeared faces
    That will never seek to save the doomed
    When they weep deceivingly
    As my hands refuse to gather in a prayer

    The brand of centuries has been as breathing here
    As present in the roots of your altars
    Came unwanted
    Broke unscattered
    Left displeased
    Chain of a nightmare crawling in circles
    Of something more diabolic than you
    Years and years to beat like a curse
    Utopia of the unfound
    Staring at the ceiling of stars
    Sorrowful
    Darkful

    Encased as I must be in the pieces of freedom
    I cannot cross the staircases
    When my blades bear the seed of the crypts
    Your voice would only reap it
    Into something utterly foreign, calloused
    And though the path has lead me here
    I will stray
    And I do not want judgement
    Even as I've never been anything else
    I'll stay lost in a faded epitaph
    Beneath your shadow

    Du Sacré-Cœur




    Submitted on 2006-11-03 11:26:44     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      This is a very deep dark and intellegent piece. Truely a beautiful one. This is a truely fantastic piece and I am going to be adding t to my fav's.

    Encased as I must be in the pieces of freedom
    I cannot cross the staircases
    When my blades bear the seed of the crypts

    I truely loved this line, it provieded the read with intese imagery. Wonderfully done.
    | Posted on 2006-11-03 00:00:00 | by Autum-Moon | [ Reply to This ]
      He steals my words from out of my mouth, I feel as though I've replaced "Nevermore" on the bust of Pallas Athena. I love two things about this poem though, they are: 1, It's longer than usual and is more like an epic poem. 2, You made use of the true meaning of utopia, which is literally 'No Place' it is as always remarkable.

    Acid
    | Posted on 2006-11-03 00:00:00 | by Acid | [ Reply to This ]


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