MrMoran
04/09/09, 07:38 AM
take a read and lemme know what you think. good or bad. :)
Dependence
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Red floods from the flower.
A transition to pale, white.
Then it withers.
But does not die.
Though suffers a loss of colour.
And appears black to the eye.
Such a sorry sight to see.
A living thing not getting the light it needs.
And worse still, it can not see
What drains his personality
Is what he’s so sure he needs.
So, in a desperate attempt to get through life,
He injects himself with synthetic pride.
A move that, inevitably, backfires.
Leaving this fragile flower dependent
On, not just her,
But the serum screeching through it’s arrangement.
That will, in time,
Find a course, through its roots,
To his heart.
To help her pull it apart.
and another one...
A Macabre Place
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With a smile,
His vision blurs
And senses writhe.
As he happened
Upon a room.
A place where everything looked and sounded,
Felt as if it were Vincent Price.
A macabre place.
Beckoned in. So he was.
The sultry vixen, humming, to the sound of his loneliness.
Black emblazoned under the eyes and over the lips,
She assures him,
All is well.
thanks!! :)
Dependence
----------------
Red floods from the flower.
A transition to pale, white.
Then it withers.
But does not die.
Though suffers a loss of colour.
And appears black to the eye.
Such a sorry sight to see.
A living thing not getting the light it needs.
And worse still, it can not see
What drains his personality
Is what he’s so sure he needs.
So, in a desperate attempt to get through life,
He injects himself with synthetic pride.
A move that, inevitably, backfires.
Leaving this fragile flower dependent
On, not just her,
But the serum screeching through it’s arrangement.
That will, in time,
Find a course, through its roots,
To his heart.
To help her pull it apart.
and another one...
A Macabre Place
----------------------------
With a smile,
His vision blurs
And senses writhe.
As he happened
Upon a room.
A place where everything looked and sounded,
Felt as if it were Vincent Price.
A macabre place.
Beckoned in. So he was.
The sultry vixen, humming, to the sound of his loneliness.
Black emblazoned under the eyes and over the lips,
She assures him,
All is well.
thanks!! :)