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From My Point of View
By anakronistik_me
i dance on stepping stones down the blood brick alley.
passing broken crack-pipes to the rapist next door.
climbing up and down caution-chalked stairwells.
just to sit beside moon-kissed murder victims.
i lurk behind the shattered glass windshield.
tossing back molotov cocktails with a transvestite terrorist.
clawing for air beside crazed cannabalistic children.
sitting beside you with your dying word.
your heart is twisted and encrusted with clarity.
if only i had taken a bigger bite.
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© 2007 Sarah C. Mills
Published on Monday, September 3, 2007.
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A former member wrote:
Holy shit. My jaw has hit the floor. So dark, and twisted, and mysterious.. Bravo my dear.
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On Monday, September 3, 2007, Dancing_Monkey
(1228)
wrote:
Allways take what yu can when someone offers.. I meen, just be gratefull you got a little. no when someone offers a hand take the arm. wait, I dont know. Good write
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On Monday, September 3, 2007, nur hidayah
(114) wrote:
There are some poems which one does not understand but feel because it narrates and sings of something that is dark, lonely and without a face. I liked this very much.
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