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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Valéry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Those Things In Your Head
2003-11-20 - 8:09 p.m.
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Those Things In Your Head

Blood thirsty beings feed on your discontent

Lapping the tears from cheeks

Wallowing in your grief, far from remorse

They've been here for weeks

Feeding from your pain and despair

Swallowing disillusions, digesting your fear

Demons all, none your friend

Waiting and hoping,choking on their glee

Demanding your time come to an end

Ingesting your hopelessness, longing for your heart

To break, to lick upon the shattered pieces

Waltzing over the glittering shingles

Digging into soles uncovered, cutting deeply

Poison infested romantics, shame you to the core

Begging for you to hear them, deep inside their soul

Chasing your problems away to make room for theirs

Allowing your heart to wither and mold

Gore and ooze, seep from open wounds

They lick it as though ambrosia

Never caring to ask the simple words,

Too intent upon their own world.

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave