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My Body Lightly Rhyming on a Bad Day
By Stranger
My hand holds a word
And the word is unspoken
My heart hides a stone
And the stone is a token
My stomach grows tight
Like my throat that is choking
My eyes: wicks of candles
Blown out, amber and smoking
My back is a burden
Red, hot and swollen
My mouth speaks this poem
But the words are thus stolen
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Copyright 2003 Stranger
Published on Thursday, June 19, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "My Body Lightly Rhyming on a Bad Day"
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A former member wrote:
If this is bad, I'd love to see a good day.
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On Thursday, March 4, 2004, Mistress Morbid
(405)
wrote:
You rhyme just as well, but Its a struggle sometimes to find the right words. Still amazed =)
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A former member wrote:
I love this! Great job! The rhythm makes it flow like wine.
^aura^
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On Monday, July 21, 2003, Jonas
(715) wrote:
little twist, little bliss, little touch of reality rhythmically rhyming on a long long day
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On Monday, June 23, 2003, TropicalSnowstorm
(1580) wrote:
Nice piece! The first stanza is especially well-worded! Ciao, T/S
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On Friday, June 20, 2003, GothicBlack
(186) wrote:
I dont know what the hell your talking about, this couldn't have been a "bad day" for your created sucha wonderful write.... ~gothic~
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