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    dots Submission Name: I give you dead things...dots
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    Author: Ceyx
    Elite Ratio:    5.69 - 111/107/81
    Words: 276
    Class/Type: Poetry/BrokenHeart
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    dotsI give you dead things...dots
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    These flowers are just so baleful;
                                             I cannot infer the meaning they hold
    A phantasy held in your twisted hand-
                                             it is a death well deserved

    I cannot comprehend why these zombies want to touch me

    I'm just like a dying flower, in a sea of your complacency-
                                                                                  I cry out

    I beg for a forgiveness divine and a sympathetic shoulder to stab,

    with a knife,

    now you are bleeding out smiles and pills...

    I can take it all from the great beyond that inspires me to crush- to maim, to destroy and kill-

    in my tiny cardboard city

    My touch;
             it burns hot and radioactive- shake my hand,
                                                                       show some manners
    Following, ever following- painted up in a traced shadow of blue
    I saw you from across the years-
                                             the minutes vexed me as they crept
    Hot, plastic Asians can't make up their minds
    Turn.
    your.
    back.
       -My blood does not taste like a delicious Christmas feast

    These flowers were alive when I picked them
                    -I give you dead things so you will love me more

    I can measure the amount you care, truly,
                    turn time into centimeters with this ruler, here-
                                         and it looks to be around two-point-three inches...



    ...Living flowers come in pots.









    Submitted on 2008-03-26 11:26:34     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      wow, holy crap and christ lol

    i loved it. damn you and Syn are awesome! you guys dont write the normal kind of poems with the over you used words. i love it.....

    i dont even see anything i can help make a suggestion on! 0.0.... i must be off my game or something

    I love the lay out, how you placed in your words. very nice hon. i wish there was more that i could say.

    all the love,
    Nikki
    | Posted on 2008-03-28 00:00:00 | by nikita2u | [ Reply to This ]


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