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Dire
By Crysa
Silken threads
ripped apart,
dangling carelessly
from my heart.
Stitches wrenched
from my flesh,
old wounds
still fresh.
Profound memories,
a tender kiss,
moments I'm damned
to reminisce.
Violent surges,
unspeakable pain,
confusion's captive
struggle is vain.
Bound tightly
by remorse,
silently screaming
myself hoarse.
My hearts carcass
withering away.
Collapsing inward,
depreciated clay.
Chronic impairment,
deliriously sane.
Deranged chivalry
myself to blame.
Demoralized clarity,
forsaken desires,
sadistic salvation,
the conclusion, dire.
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Copyright 2005 Crysa
Published on Sunday, September 18, 2005.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Dire"
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A former member wrote:
that was good.i like how in the end you put what your title and throughout tha poem you had rhyme an rhythm making tha poem flow and easy to read. and basiclly everything you wrote in tha poem is truthfully dire, making your poem true to its name which i have to say is beautifully done...........i love it.
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On Tuesday, September 20, 2005, Lotophagi
(333)
wrote:
nice rhythm and rhyme, it flowed well in and out of the imagery in almost a legato then snap staccato beat. very cool. Thank you.
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A former member wrote:
Great imagery!
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A former member wrote:
"Profound memories, a tender kiss. Moments I'm damned to reminisce." Beautiful imagery...I am dropped to my knees by your talent with rhyme...*sigh* Lovely. *Evangel*
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On Sunday, September 18, 2005, redtearswhitesnow
(79) wrote:
The flow in this is so kick ass,i was captivated within every line,great job.
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