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Him


Author: MysterydarkPoet
ASL Info:    20/f/Aust
Elite Ratio:    3.13 - 157 /295 /173
Words: 155
Class/Type: Poetry /Love
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Description:


About a love kinda story-


Him



My angel of agony
Of Pain
Desire
Torture
Death
Ecstasy
Light
Life-
A means to no ends
He is my oxygen
So I can breathe-
My chained spirit,
That dangles from the ceiling
Swaying,
Like a clock ticking out of time-
My caged butterflies,
That long to be at liberty-
The hope and desire,
That rages within my heart
Smouldering my mind
As thought is no longer needed-
My rope to life dangles by a thread
As he watches it split,
And I fall below the surface,
And drown in the ocean of society-
He holds my heart
With the grip of death-
Puts out my fire
With his icy words-
Tightens the chains
With the wrench of his actions-
Kills the butterflies,
With the gun of his thoughts-
To him I am worthless,
To me I am dead-
Killed by him,
The breaker of my heart…
But to the world,
I am normal.




Submitted on 2005-11-14 15:07:57     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  YAY i want to kiss you lol. I mean this is like the poem of my recent life of two months ago. Him...someone who broke my heart. Him who convinced me that i was nothing and not important. You caputured that. I liked that you captured that. It was really nice of you to capture that. A poem that i can really relate to. I hope you continue to write.

~~Danni~~
| Posted on 2005-11-14 00:00:00 | by Poeticprincess | [ Reply to This ]
  "Kills the butterflies,
With the gun of his thoughts-" beautifuly said. I really like ur choice of words here i feel that they are incredibly. i can't believe ur only 14.. ur not literal in this poem and that gives it that "i thought about what i was writing" touch instead of just venting like most people do. amazing job girl.
| Posted on 2005-11-14 00:00:00 | by chini | [ Reply to This ]
  It is a great photo that you posted along with your poem. It does nothing but add! You found a great way to capture the feeling of devistation, when this type of end occurs in life. Great Job!

Monica
| Posted on 2005-11-14 00:00:00 | by mon28 | [ Reply to This ]
  whoa.

this was a strong piece that you wrote here. i can relate to this topic, except it is a her instead of him. what i like about this topic, is how you put how he pulls you down. like the part where you put
"Puts out my fire
With his icy words-"
that was strong words i believe. i also like the beginning and the end left me inspired. thank you for this... please continue on posting. i like reading this and im sure i will like your other work. thanks =]
| Posted on 2005-11-14 00:00:00 | by irish storm | [ Reply to This ]


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