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    dots Submission Name: catharsisdots

    Author: Clayman
    ASL Info:    28 - getting late
    Elite Ratio:    6.34 - 609/327/167
    Words: 65
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    Blurry ants creeping over yellowing wax
    are all thats left of incandescent thoughts
    spent in sepia moments
    and I am left to feel the resounding malice in your voice
    turn my blood cathartic,

    left wondering

    if there will be enough lilac left in tomorrow
    to heat the ivory bridge in my mental sphere
    so the insects can become phoenixes again..

    Submitted on 2011-09-07 07:37:53     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Wooh !! That's intoxicating stuff ... Hope that the Phoenix rises :)

    Absolutely Lost
    | Posted on 2011-09-09 00:00:00 | by AbsolutelyLost | [ Reply to This ]
      i see the insects as words..."the malice in the voice of the muse"

    she is fighting you...you want to be like a worker ant and write...but the thoughts get blurred before you can get them down...

    you hope they will rise again like the phoenix...

    wow, startling array of images here...but what was so good is that you connected them very well to your theme.

    | Posted on 2011-09-07 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      Much appreciated! Thanks Matt.
    | Posted on 2011-09-07 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ]
      "and I am left to feel the resounding malice in your voice
    turn my blood cathartic,"

    It sounds to me like a drug. But not just a chemical drug, it could also be a girl, or a boy, or anything really.

    Like you were trying, desperately, to find inspiration, or some way to release your emotions, without using said substance.

    But it failed and you returned to it, you came back, ready to bleed it dry at will.

    And then the end prompting a question, "will I be able to use this?" to write, or find peace, or whatever. Very relatable.

    I quite liked this piece, Shawn.

    | Posted on 2011-09-07 00:00:00 | by OneDarkFlame92 | [ Reply to This ]

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