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Funeral Dirge
By DescendingDown
Blame not my blind eyes
For the ruins I cast my gaze upon
do not splay the massacre of my heart
The bloody carnage
Twisted
& mangled wreckage
thats left (whats left?) of my perception of love
Mis.takes taste my lips
They burn
from this apathetic
breath of m.in.e
& I swallow my tongue
for my teeth fail
to catch
the heartbr(ache) painted in drying regret on my lips
(st(rip) my skin of the solitude)
Sinking in realms
of the stapled fragments in my distorted reality
With
elegies curling up my spine
Carving into my mind
That I
am
just an afterthought
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Copyright 2009 Kandice Bush
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On Friday, September 7, 2018, Dilated View
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wrote:
Man this just dripped with bitterness. The words you used to describe these emotions flowed together really well to pain this picture and I really enjoyed the concept flow from stanza/line to stanza/line. That last stanza just a knife in the front. No one wants to feel like an afterthought, but feeling like an afterthought as a result your elegy not arriving yet? That is heartbreaking but..., been there did that, am sure I am not the only one and somehow life went on. Take a couple sips of encouragement but in the meanwhile thank you much for sharing, this was a really interesting read.
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On Saturday, February 20, 2010, ANGELSLAYER
(116) wrote:
Think you have the right medium here. Love the imagery and the way your emotions felt as I read them, and I do love the behemoth shirt.
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A former member wrote:
Descriptive and lovely write. Your pain comes through, although I too know it is sometimes hard to let that out. =)
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A former member wrote:
love always dies hard..... with death throes and convulsions.... and yet it is only an after thought so very sought after...... lively words here.... love the elegies image.... welcome to the valley!
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