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    dots Submission Name: Vain for Glorydots

    Author: necromance
    Elite Ratio:    2.38 - 43/40/19
    Words: 311
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       i know this is kind of different, i really don't know where it came from at all

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    dotsVain for Glorydots

    ...(Called to life; A Beating Heart,
    And Blood Calls Back to Thee,

    'Till Dreaming of Summer Days Gone by
    She's Fed to the Churning Sea)...

    Lemon juice violin screeches,
    Scratches at my ear;
    So much of me inside of you, yes,
    And all the colors
    Exploding on my tongue...

    Now you walk on water,
    Move like cream; oh the
    Butterflies that flit from her eyes, and
    Shimmer from their wings
    Excites the sky...

    Many moons over the rainbow,
    Your youth brings tears to my eyes, yes,
    A hummingbird orange happy and
    Remember, my love,
    No fire exits in the promised land...

    How you coat those lips with honey,
    Shouldn't they have stuck
    To the mouth of
    Whatever parasite you
    Latched them to by now?
    Darling, pay his dead skin no heed...

    Alive; you've bathed him
    In the fountain, and
    Above the plastic treetops,
    Orange clouds deflating as
    Your heart skips a beat or two...

    Grabbing a fistful of that hair,
    Eyelids flutter wildly...
    -Hold your breath now-
    (His eyes smile yes),
    But with lungs on fire...

    Darling, you couldn't know
    That when the sky opens up and bleeds,
    She bleeds for you...
    A thousand years
    Is but the first tick of the clock...

    Legs were made to run for cover,
    And vines to trip you up,
    I (see the red on your skin), oh, and
    Eyes that flash too brilliant an emerald
    For something made of clay...

    Ran down to the rocks,
    Between cracks in the granite he
    Whispers the name that i gave you...

    And she shall smite the wicked yes,
    And die beside the sea...

    (Yes She Shall Die in Vain for Glory,
    And Corpse Set out to Sea)

    Submitted on 2007-05-15 21:59:53     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      prettyful imagery again sue, but methinketh thou needeth some punctuation...it would make it flow a whole lot better...commas are friends :]

    lol but anyways,

    How you coat those lips with honey
    Shouldn't they have stuck
    To the mouth of whatever parasite you latched them to by now?
    Darling pay his dead skin no heed

    for some reason i really liked that stanza, i felt compelled to point that out

    | Posted on 2007-05-16 00:00:00 | by whispered_chaos | [ Reply to This ]

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