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    dots Submission Name: Eurytheus' Scrolldots
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    Author: ruejacobs
    ASL Info:    39/feminazi/Gehenna
    Elite Ratio:    4.82 - 619/473/167
    Words: 142
    Class/Type: Poetry/Longing
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       she lost her key and if the house burned down it would melt away


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    c. by ruejacobs 10/29/09 12 AM

    Let me repeat it.
    As futile as it is.
    The language you speak is not my own.
    You talk of turmoil, oh venomous one,
    The way one would describe darkness to the blind
    Iíve been following along here in my hymnal
    While you, the unaware composer, tapped your wand to keep time
    So donít complain if you canít dance to it now
    Itís all I had to go on
    You approach me, Eurytheus
    With your grubby misspelled list
    Itís a bloody wonder
    I havenít clubbed you to death by now
    Get on with it, you tell me?
    well:

    You say
    home
    love
    mother
    hearth
    So I say
    dread
    loneliness
    cruelty
    want
    And that is why we cannot communicate.
    My words mean nothing to you.




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      Wow, there is so much emotion in the piece and it's very succinct too, as O already said "precise words and not one wasted."
    Great write.

    E x
    | Posted on 2009-11-03 00:00:00 | by EllusiveEmber | [ Reply to This ]
      

    sometimes i don't know what to say; except maybe -

    i know how this feels?




    yup. i do.


    and then there just comes a point where...

    | Posted on 2009-11-02 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ]
       as a poet, we use words to express pain and suffering. we use them to express our twisted veiw on the world. others use them to hurt. to create pain. to create our world to be twisted. case believes words are hollow. I believe they can free you. but in the end, the only words that matter are the ones that end the fight. rather than using your words to get your point across, use your words to help him understand why. You are truly a poet.
    -Rachel:)
    | Posted on 2009-11-02 00:00:00 | by PopRocksRae | [ Reply to This ]
      
    And that is why we cannot communicate.
    My words mean nothing to you.

    Personally, I would like to see this apart from the rest, so a space after 'want.' It has such finality that it should stand alone, I think.

    As always, precise words and not one wasted.

    Your poetry is not for the faint of heart.

    Alia
    | Posted on 2009-10-29 00:00:00 | by O | [ Reply to This ]
      Very nice, Mother.
    Wtf with the cake thing.
    | Posted on 2009-10-29 00:00:00 | by dismal_s child | [ Reply to This ]
      Woa this is hectic, it feels like this piece has multiple layers to it hiding along with deeper emotions and desires. Especially the end, that is where the kind of finality comes in that just closes the whole piece down. I think i have to re read this somewhat to fully absorb what has been said. Good writing. Thanks for sharing.

    :-)

    -Svw
    | Posted on 2009-10-29 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ]


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