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    dots Submission Name: Blame It On Vanitydots
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    Author: Razor2TheRosary
    ASL Info:    24 - f - Philly
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 238/127/51
    Words: 136
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    Average Vote:    5.0000
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    She paints skeletons and talks to angels
    while surrounded by a ring of candles
    when ritualistic divinity
    sparks to ignite the most vehement flame.

    Sharp objects guard shadows in the corner,
    haunting her flesh as she tries not to stare,
    although a lifetime of disfigurement
    is almost worth the momentary gain.

    She chokes on distorted forms of glamour,
    chanting hymns of faith beside an altar,
    trying to eliminate the habit
    with orchestras in a raven-black night.

    The box she sleeps in isn't safe enough
    because the enemy is in her tomb,
    laughing to shame the inevitable
    and swallowing what never existed.

    She attends masquerades and talks to sin
    since angels keep refusing to respond,
    but one more hole is a small price to pay
    for one more moment of aversive peace.




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      the angels don't want me..so i'll turn to the other side...i get visions of witch things in this...and a really dark mood...but not sad...just resolved to be me...and have an "
    aversive peace"..nice oxymoron...

    it's my peace and may not be a content feeling..but it's all i have so i'll take it..

    someone is listening to me..even if it isn't the angels...

    you really turn a phrase well...
    | Posted on 2011-03-11 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      Nikkki,

    Every verse - every line...totally on it.

    "She paints skeletons and talks to angels"
    "She attends masquerades and talks to sin"
    These two - a major liking from my mind.

    Again, your wording and flow are poetry in motion - a motion in which you seem to grasp and endlessly flow from your mind - your heart, or your soul...wherever it starts at - the finished product is intense and powerful and always well worth reading.

    Oh...and I really liked these lines:
    "laughing to shame the inevitable
    and swallowing what never existed"
    There is so much to be read in those lines.

    Another well done young grasshopper
    | Posted on 2008-05-19 00:00:00 | by ravenwolf68 | [ Reply to This ]
      Hmm vanity huh, personally I think it was insanity even morality, I know weird right. (I'm so messed up). You have this weirdly beautiful way of writing thats just utterly intriguing. (take that high school english teacher for thinking i had the communication skills of a 4 year old).

    Isn't Starbucks coffee the best?
    Jay.
    | Posted on 2008-05-11 00:00:00 | by Flowerinbloom | [ Reply to This ]


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