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Crimson instabilities
written by Trapezium06:51 PM 8/20/04Crimson rain flows from my wrists,
Showering down on the darkness below,
Hitting the floor the gentle pitter patter,
Hardens as i fall to my knees,
Black pain streams down my face,
As i cry these darkened rivers,
Soul flies out at every angle,
And it seems i am no more,
I breathe deeply tornadoes flying from my mouth,
The gails blowing in the cave,
Rustling the morbid thoughts around,
The circles of confusion overwhelm,
My lips tremble and soon my whole body quakes,
Tremors all around the body of this world,
The earth is faaling to pieces,
It explodes and finally i die. |
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too many metaphors i think... please comment
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| » Comments / Feedback | by BelaquaSilvertongue (8-20-2004 - 07:07 PM)
| I am not quite sure about what all those metaphors mean. Will you explain to me? You can do so in comment form to one of my poems like "The Hopeless" (under this one in the new section) |
by BelaquaSilvertongue (8-20-2004 - 08:04 PM)
| Now I under stand. thank you for that. You did a great job on your poem to. Well done :) |
by Darkwolfgirl (8-20-2004 - 08:35 PM)
| its great. even with all the metephors it still is awesome. |
by BubbleButt (8-23-2004 - 01:28 AM)
| awesome. very descriptive. metaphors are fine in there. radical........ |
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