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Unwittingly Bound
Waking in dark Restrained to my space Confined shallow walls Hold me in place. No sounds can be heard In unfruitful pitch black A thumping begins As my dead heart fights back. The sweet smell of earth Invades with it's scent. Clawing at beams My strength is ill spent. Rage comes to mind And dies with foul air, Heaven can't save me And hell wouldn't care. Caught in a limbo Encased in the earth Denying my visage Shackeled to berth. Refusal of dormance Now caught with light breath Unwilling is doom As I unrest here in death. A faint tapping heard And a rapping perceived A rushing of air Into dead lungs received. A faint faded shadow Clothed in the night Pulls me from tomb And sets me upright, With each searing movement The stiff joints give in My rage finds my mind As I plot my revenge. The dark angel tames me With kiss from black lips And bids me to taste Of the blood that she gives. Intoxicatingly trusting My feet leave the ground I hear her words uttered To this dark angel I'm bound. Fadedspirit 3/8/2008 |
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wow, that's creepy as hell, but oh so cool. It's funny guys poems is about death and rage and yet clearly among all humans the women have the most rage, for they hold the most back, but I have yet to see a poem from a lady with out love in it's words. makes you wonder, are we as men missing something, to worried about control, when freedom is there, but we hold the key to our own chains.
good stuff, made me think |
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Thanks VirginVirgo.
I'm glad you liked it DrX. Something esle to consider though, if it weren't for women, would men be doomed to repeat their histories even until extinction? |
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Different side of your writting I see...
(((Fade)))
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Faded spirit... well done.
At the beginning of the poem, I had the real impression that this character had been buried alive... and, lol, in a sort of essence, he was. The plot proved to be so much more... thank you. |
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Unwittingly Bound Waking in dark Restrained to my space Confined shallow walls Hold me in place. No sounds can be heard In unfruitful pitch black A thumping begins As my dead heart fights back. The sweet smell of earth Invades with it's scent. Clawing at beams My strength is ill spent. Rage comes to mind And dies with foul air, Heaven can't save me And hell wouldn't care. Caught in a limbo Encased in the earth Denying my visage Shackeled to berth. Refusal of dormance Now caught with light breath Unwilling is doom As I unrest here in death. A faint tapping heard And a rapping perceived A rushing of air Into dead lungs received. A faint faded shadow Clothed in the night Pulls me from tomb And sets me upright, With each searing movement The stiff joints give in My rage finds my mind As I plot my revenge. The dark angel tames me With kiss from black lips And bids me to taste Of the blood that she gives. Intoxicatingly trusting My feet leave the ground I hear her words uttered To this dark angel I'm bound. Fadedspirit 3/8/2008 your poetry is very visual very good id like to see some illustrations with them |
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Thanks for reading LAMom.
 Ahh, yes MsTeddyBear. My true form begins to emerge like a bear from hybernation.. Thanks FroznChild and you're welcome, glad you liked it. Thanks for reading shauna. Thanks trailingahead. I'm not good at illustration at all...lol but thanks for the idea though. |
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