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Aug 15, 2004 23:53:05 GMT -5
Post by Chrysalis on Aug 15, 2004 23:53:05 GMT -5
I see myself going, going down in flames don't tell me it's personification your ridicules are old and withered, this time the flies are biting and nipping at the wounds in my eyes, I hate the hairs on your head I counted, the years I would buy back if I could. Funny how you steal the gifts I gave you, but love to you is secondhand, tightlipped no longer controlled, controlling bastard so trash is the word of the day... overlord of the dump. Let me set your crown. Maggot muncher. Reminders are a bitch... you should have learned the first time. Can't wait for you to count the flies.
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Aug 16, 2004 7:42:16 GMT -5
Post by littleskinny on Aug 16, 2004 7:42:16 GMT -5
Bitter, with some moments of putrid elegance.
I like "the flies are biting" but not the "wounds in my eyes" - seems a little obvious to me...?
I love the idea behind "hairs oin your head I counted", but the line itself is clumsy...no suggestions though, sorry!!
Best line is "..love to you is secondhand, tightlipped"
Last line is also excellent.
made me think of Roald Dahl's Stig of the Dump though, so I suspect my mindset may be wrong!
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Aug 16, 2004 11:29:52 GMT -5
Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Aug 16, 2004 11:29:52 GMT -5
Venting, I see... funny thing is how life afords us these little relifes... not much, but some... We only know comfort because we understand, un-comfortable, all to well. Even if I didn't know you, the piece is blatant enough for one to pick out the realative details...and to boot I rather fancied the line "skinny" called into question the follow up line, I saw a corellation betwixt the two, the counting of his hairs, the wishing to get back those years. Seemed an interesting way to echo time.
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Aug 16, 2004 15:55:22 GMT -5
Post by Chrysalis on Aug 16, 2004 15:55:22 GMT -5
Ah yes, to take those years back...I am in a tremendously calm, yet vengeful stage of my life...ty both for your insights, I may rework it a tad, I wrote it in the middle of the night, crazy poetic splurge.
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Aug 17, 2004 12:59:37 GMT -5
Post by _black phoenix_ on Aug 17, 2004 12:59:37 GMT -5
i love the energy in this piece.. such strong emotions.
i too enjoyed the line, "but love to you is secondhand, tightlipped." it definitely stood out.
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Flies
Aug 22, 2004 14:08:47 GMT -5
Post by ankhkat on Aug 22, 2004 14:08:47 GMT -5
wonderful imagery in this piece.
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