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    dots Submission Name: Enough With Titles (edited)dots

    Author: Belle De Jour
    ASL Info:    24/Female/Inside
    Elite Ratio:    3.79 - 335/367/53
    Words: 110
    Class/Type: Poetry/Depressed
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    dotsEnough With Titles (edited)dots

    I feel the darkness as it seeps into me,
    through the little cracks, which I have missed.
    The happiness seems to be drifting farther from me.
    Frankly, I am tired of trying to grasp it.
    I feel myself start to descend into the depths,
    as the ground darkens any light from the day.
    Seeping into the wet mud,
    knowing death will greet me.
    I have let the cold empty nothingness consume,
    my barely breathing heart.
    Now my heart sits here in the palm of my hand,
    complete and utter ash.
    I inhale and blow nothing upon the land...

    Submitted on 2004-06-23 00:55:52     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Beautiful picture and even more beautiful words. I think poetry is all about emotion and though I sometimes appear unfeeling very seldomly poems just happen to find a place in my heart. Yours did because of the images that it placed in my head, though black and white it still seemed wonderful, like an old movie with a tragic ending, though most old movies were subject to edits because that wasn't what people wanted to see. Sorry for babbling on like this. It was wonderful!-Kenji
    | Posted on 2004-06-25 00:00:00 | by Kenji Light | [ Reply to This ]
      Sweet sweet sweet sweet...like sugary spices and vegetarian cannibals and Heir to the Shadows afraid of the dark...yes, I realise that has nothing to do with your poem DIRECTLY. If you think about it I probably made sence with what I was saying but somehow I doubt it seriously. Wait a minute, I found a way, Heir to the Shadows can't be afraid of the dark and there is no such thing as a vegetarian cannibal however there IS such thing as good depressing poetry and therefore I was saying the opposite of your poem *proud pose* ok, enough with the babbling. It was a good poem. very good. *claps* Ok, may I ask why everyone seems to think of darkness and pain/depression/death ect. In my dream last night it was a YELLOW train that nearly killed me YELLOW, not black.
    | Posted on 2004-06-23 00:00:00 | by sadistchild | [ Reply to This ]
      Nice image of you scattering the ashes of your heart...i almost saw it as you blowing a kiss good bye, but don't ask me where i got that image from. i like this one...and such pretty blue lashes...
    | Posted on 2004-06-23 00:00:00 | by LadyChaos | [ Reply to This ]

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