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    dots Submission Name: Skeletonsdots

    Author: Razor2TheRosary
    ASL Info:    24 - f - Philly
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 238/127/51
    Words: 121
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
    Total Views: 1240
    Average Vote:    4.0000
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    It's in the fluid that fills me, turning water into smoke.
    It's the rusty nail that kills me when my fingers make you choke.
    And enchained are old addictions, scratching my veins to provoke
    the most sensual violation that was born when you woke.

    It's in the morphine that leaves me constantly medicated.
    It's forgiveness that deceives me when sins are overrated.
    Disfigured souls once entwined were violently separated,
    and the coldest form of beauty is to be mutilated.

    It's carved in the insanity that leaks from transparent skin.
    It's masochistic vanity that glorifies every spin.
    But purity is nothing more than a ghost of where we've been
    since bloodstained skeletons set fire to the morgue we were in.

    Submitted on 2008-09-15 22:10:29     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      wow talk about punch in the face :D your stuff if just as good as mine if not better
    | Posted on 2009-09-15 00:00:00 | by brokenbylove | [ Reply to This ]
      "But purity is nothing more than a ghost of where we've been
    since bloodstained skeletons set fire to the morgue we were in"

    Beautiful. There is just something you do with imagery and words that i have never seen before (well besides from you duh) that i find so tantalizing. You truly have a gift and i so want to steal it lol (not really well maybe a little).

    Worshipping at your door,
    | Posted on 2008-10-08 00:00:00 | by Flowerinbloom | [ Reply to This ]
      you are like oceans.

    | Posted on 2008-09-17 00:00:00 | by caster | [ Reply to This ]
      I have mixed feelings about this. I think you are replaying a dream someone told you about, if I read last line first stanza correctly. I think second stanza last line says there is to be a reform by drying out. Then the piece ends with a successful rehab.
    | Posted on 2008-09-16 00:00:00 | by realpoet | [ Reply to This ]
      I have to say this is one of my favorites by you so far. The descriptions you gave the readers were so detailed, i literally got goose bumps just imagining it. I do think some parts were a little longer than the other lines so i had to draw more breath to say the whole thing, in other words kinda speed bumped the flow. But other than that it was amazingly dezscriptive and fantasticly (is that a word) written. Great job

    | Posted on 2008-09-15 00:00:00 | by WhY-dO-yOu-CrY | [ Reply to This ]

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