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Post by ~Scarlett{}Tears~ on Aug 5, 2003 16:01:18 GMT -5
they hate me
Scalding my secrets into their deaf mind, telling all what made me so dark. Whispering behind closed eyes i see me, the one person you always left out. They torture my soul in a black velvet box; they beat it softly to sleep. Bruises and grazes and pink cherry laces, upon my crimson limbs. On the inside I’m a princess trapped by a demon, her prince did never arrive. Bullied I walked until they whipped me with sighs; I fall as they kick me more. They held me in a chamber of purified acid, dropping me bit by bit. Tearing my hair and scrubbing my eyes with metal cast diamonette swords. Hating my nature of sweet delicate smiling, I make the devil a knitted pink scarf. Elegant dresses with pearls on my roses and big yellow flowers... I scream!
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Aug 6, 2003 13:40:55 GMT -5
oooh.. wonderfully dark imagery.
i really liked the lines..
"they torture my soul in a black velvet box; they beat it softly to sleep."
"bruises and grazes and pink cherry laces."
well done indeed! keep posting ;D
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Post by ~Scarlett{}Tears~ on Aug 7, 2003 14:48:53 GMT -5
Hey i'm glad you liked it. This poem was a very personal poem for me so it's great that people liked it!
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Post by black jewelled rain on Oct 14, 2003 6:24:34 GMT -5
I totally agree. I like your choice of words throughout this poem. Especially the line 'telling all what made me so dark.' And the ending was very memorable. Great work!
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