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I have filled myself to the brim with syllables.
Constructed poems out of sparse emotion,
grasped for something to fill the gaps.
My taxidermist hands, tapped, tapped, tapped


and here I thought there was nothing.
No space between words in which I could exist.
My feelings were plagiarised,
colours water washed into oblivion.
But you, that striking red that won't fade,
grips and sucks
the marrow of my bones


and I am grateful, to have those teeth run across me.
To be devoured in countless ways.
I would suffer those little deaths

I would suffer to feel.
:iconthewesternwoods:

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A revelation

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:iconnakamura-ayumi:
this is very thought provoking
and written in a lovely way

to me, its like it can mean many things to different people
and i like that thought..

:]

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I'll pretend that this is real ~
:iconbunnyfugger:
They say "All attention is not good attention"
In your poem you seem to say we would rather feel pain than sink unnoticed into oblivion.
I think there is truth to both and your poem

There is also an air of fatigue at the act of creation
It paints a picture of a jaded artist unsatisfied by their own work, welcoming a painful muse.

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"No time for the old in and out; I've just come to read your meter"
:iconbrassteeth:
Nice work.

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BT.

"The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away."
— Robert M. Pirsig
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintanance
:iconunderground-rogue:
Argh, this is stunning. It's got a very raw, harrowing tone to it that just socks you in the gut and leaves you wanting more. Good work.

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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
:iconpeacefulsoul:
I sent you a critique regarding this poem. Again, I really enjoyed reading this piece of work. It is definately going into my Favorites!

P.S. I look forward to reading more of your work. Keep it up!

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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
“Today’s weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
:iconvampirebutterflymel:
so very true.:heart: A lot of peopla would put ourselves through any pain, as long as that means thye're not numb anymore.Me being one of them.

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"Mondays may be fundays, but Tuesdays are meandyousdays. ;D" ~HybridSmiley

The other days of the week... well they're a secret between us.:eyes:

Girlscout gone wild!!!:strip:
:iconroseofgod:
Is this about Jesus?
I like it.

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I am LOVED by God and so are you.

May the Lord bless you and keep you.
=)

I believe in Jesus Christ as my Savior. If you do too and aren't scared to admit it, then copy and paste this in your signature
:iconmizamour:
Absolutely stunning, again - the first line caught me and wouldn't let go. Beautiful..

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“Rather than asking ‘Who am I?’ we
might ask, ‘In how many ways can I be myself?’ Rather
than asking ‘What is my place in the world?’ the
question might be better put, ‘In how many ways can I
experience a sense of belonging to the world?’”
:iconsaintlydark:
So I return, and that brings you back to out do me with your words? This piece is a challenge to my writing.. you filled me with passion, devout and assured.. and I remember, as I often do, the things which are mystifying..

I will ponder this again and again.. as I have read this many times since you've put it up and shared it with the world..

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“One piece of his heart for every tear she granted..”

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