not quite finished

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited March 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
drag the blade across her skin
watching calmly as the end begins
all around her the quiet screams
but from some place else piety descends
she lays herself bare upon her pyre
if she goes on her life will be over
can she do it? does she have the right?
if it's not hers then who decides
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    you are freakin me out..haha..grabs the knife or razor and throws it..
    or maybe its a chainsaw..
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • JamalJamal Posts: 2,115
    Ah, a shred of fatalism contradicting the vitalism of the piece
    well done

    Bravo !
    Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard

    - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
  • TenJamTenJam Posts: 97
    I like this much, thanks!
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