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Post by lostandalone on Oct 20, 2006 21:10:56 GMT -5
Black flames and blood filled tears Bleeding hearts dripping black eyes that see just darkness we step left all in a line just like you told us to weeving, danceing all in a rythem
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Post by lostandalone on Oct 20, 2006 21:12:34 GMT -5
Black flames and blood filled tears Bleeding hearts dripping black eyes that see just nothing but darkness we step left all in a line just like you told us to weeving, danceing all in a rythem
on golden strings we flow golden chains really binding us to our death but when will that be when will you finally decide to let us go
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Post by lostandalone on Oct 20, 2006 21:16:57 GMT -5
Black flames and blood filled tears Bleeding hearts dripping black eyes that see nothing but darkness [glow=red,2,300]your slaves to the whim controling us with (...) [/glow] we step left all in a line just like you told us to weeving, danceing all in a rythem on golden strings we flow golden chains really binding us to our death but when will that be when will you finally decide to let us go are feet are bloody from dancing on this bed of nails you lay ripped and torn we hurt *for what?* (maybe)
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Post by lostandalone on Oct 20, 2006 21:23:23 GMT -5
Black flames and blood filled tears Hidden hurt and pain you forbid us to feel Bleeding hearts dripping black losing our last hold on humanity as we die and change in to less than we were eyes that see nothing but darkness your slaves to the whim controling us with our own weekness we step left all in a line just like you told us to weeving, danceing all in a rythem on golden strings we flow golden chains really binding us to our death but when will that be when will you finally decide to let us go are feet are bloody from dancing on this bed of nails you lay ripped and torn we hurt *for what?* (maybe) just so we can feel you again on the bed of red silk driven beween our legs
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Post by lostandalone on Oct 20, 2006 21:30:29 GMT -5
Black flames and blood filled tears Hidden hurt and pain you forbid us to feel Bleeding hearts dripping black losing our last hold on humanity as we die and change in to less than we were eyes that see nothing but darkness your slaves to the whim controling us with our own weekness we step left all in a line just like you told us to weeving, danceing all in the same rythem on golden strings we flow golden chains really binding us to our death but when will that be when will you finally decide to let us go are feet are bloody from dancing on this bed of nails you lay ripped and torn we hurt And for what? just so we can feel you again on the bed of red silk driven beween our legs becuase you are warmth you throw away everything and may the numbness heal even for a short while so isn't it worth it, just to feel slightly whole? So we wear the collar that you pull stand up to dance even when were tired don't cry durring the whips and beatings just to feel you again
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Post by lostandalone on Oct 20, 2006 21:56:27 GMT -5
(agghh unfinishedness!grumble grumble)
Black flames and blood filled tears Hidden hurt and pain you forbid us to feel Bleeding hearts dripping black losing our last hold on humanity as we die(missingsomething) and change in to less than we were eyes that see nothing but darkness your slaves to the whimthe ghoslty slightest whim controling us with our own weekness we step left all in a line After then to the right just like you told us to weeving, danceing all in the same rythem on golden strings we flow golden chains really binding us to our death but when will that be when will you finally decide to let us go are feet are bloody from dancing on this bed of nails you lay for us ripped and torn we hurt And for what? just so we can feel you again on the bed of red silk driven beween our legs becuase you are warmth you throw away everything and may make the numbness heal even if it is for a short while so is it not it worth it, just to feel slightly whole? So we wear the collar that you pull stand up to dance even when were tired don't cry durring the whips and beatings just to feel you again
not because of love but because of feeling
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Post by lostandalone on Oct 20, 2006 22:02:45 GMT -5
(still not satisfied with it but i have to leave it be for now because it's making me want to put my foot through the computer screen. sorry about all the changes... i just kinda get ocd sometimes)
Black flames and blood filled tears Hidden hurt and pain you forbid us to feel Bleeding hearts dripping black losing our last hold on humanity (.. stillmissingsomething) and change in to less than we were eyes that see nothing but darkness your slaves to the slightest whim controlling us from within our own weakness we step left all in a line After then step to the right just like you told us to weaving, dancing in black ribbon all in the same rhythm on golden strings we flow golden chains really cutting into our skin making the blood drip and flick as we make our movements long ago white clothing now nothing but red binding us to our death but when will that be when will you finally decide to let us go slowly and painfully Or ripped apart at once mercifully are feet are bloody from dancing on this bed of nails you lay for us ripped and torn we hurt And for what? just so we can feel you again on the bed of red silk driven between our legs because you are warmth you throw away everything and make the numbness heal even if it is for a short while so is it not it worth it, just to feel slightly whole? So we wear the collar that you pull stand up to dance even when were tired don't cry during the whips and beatings just to feel you again because you are (...)
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Post by lostandalone on Oct 20, 2006 22:37:54 GMT -5
(I always get these great ideas to start with but they never lead anywhere)
Clouds who rape the sky Killing the sun Murrdering the day Have you no remorese? Or to you is this all a joke A ploy to have some fun Pouring out your pain As the sun bleeds across the sky In a rainbow of blood
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Post by lostandalone on Nov 5, 2006 0:07:38 GMT -5
So how do you think I feel When you don't keep your word And everything is tossed Out of it's stable place Did you find someone elce And I'm just nothing now Except the last stop On your ride
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Post by Mikepoet on Nov 14, 2006 16:14:25 GMT -5
Interseting piece.
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Post by lostandalone on Dec 4, 2006 21:47:02 GMT -5
Bits and Pieces rambling around in my head that never get born as a real poem.
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Post by lostandalone on Dec 17, 2006 19:36:56 GMT -5
Long red silk ribbon Tied with black polished hands It may be soft around my throat But is only one more sign of my bondage That you own me All of me
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Post by lostandalone on Dec 19, 2006 19:08:00 GMT -5
Damb it Don't you get it yet This was never about you Never about us This is about me Finally moving on
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Post by lostandalone on Dec 19, 2006 19:12:24 GMT -5
We pass in the hall And theres nothing between us just a gap of silence
neather of us feels like filling
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Post by lostandalone on Dec 19, 2006 19:15:33 GMT -5
You came and you abruptly left but despite your encuraging words 'lets just be friends' my phone never rang
I cried into it anytime someone would call, but turned out not to be you
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