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Blood Poetry
12.19.04 (12:02 am)   [edit]
A poem I found on a scrap of paper, that I have only the vaguest memory of writing.
Written in blood. Tsk. I can't remember if it were my own or someone elses. *shudder* Bloody hell I scare myself sometimes. Turbulent pasts.
Its dated 2000.

Moments Missed

In my own pool of blood i lay
In my own sorry state
Twice i warned you of this time
Twice you left it late.

How often did you stop to hear
How often did you try?
Because of you i now know pain
Because of you i cry.

The blood it seeps between the cracks
My personal taste of sin
The pain of what is felt outside
Outweighs the pain within.

Come hold me in your stronger will
I don't wish to die alone
I have not the voice to speak up now
To the stranger in your bones.

You first loved then you did hurt
The deepest gullible soul
I have not more to say to you
You did achieve your goal.

In the end it doesn't matter
In the end it's all the same.
What you did and what you said
It was simply all a game.


Too much talk of sin, lately. Sigh. I wonder what the circumstances of this poem were. :shock:
 


posted by: rinna (reply)
post date: 12.19.04 (12:07 am)

uh-oh - repressed memory, perhaps?! *shifty eyes*



posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 12.19.04 (12:09 am)

Reply to: rinna
Lets hope not. sigh. I hate being diagnosed CD. Maybe thats why I want to be a psychoanalyst. Work my own mind out.
Scary. All I remember are blue tiles. And a bloody finger. tsk..



posted by: uniquelaughter (reply)
post date: 12.19.04 (12:39 am)

real blood?
*shudders*

dark poem, i like it....



posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 12.19.04 (12:43 am)

Reply to: uniquelaughter
Aye. Tis. Yieee..




posted by: wild1 (reply)
post date: 12.19.04 (12:49 am)

hey circumstances and shyt aside..tht's one very well written poem.tc.



posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 12.19.04 (2:25 am)

Reply to: wild1
Thank you :)



posted by: linzi (reply)
post date: 12.19.04 (7:55 am)

:-(.. good poem tho.. sad



posted by: newbie (reply)
post date: 12.19.04 (1:58 pm)

a poem... so simple... so powerful... so deep... so shallow... so painful... so soothing...

perplexingly alluring.

a poem... written once... never to be rewritten ever again.. till the ends of time.. from the same handz that wrote it..

this is why

from now on.. till the ends of time..

the starts shall shive above

forever...

always

protectively being there

always



posted by: newbie (reply)
post date: 12.19.04 (4:42 pm)

http://www.wormsforts.com/audio/audi_voic.zip

smile :)



posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 12.19.04 (5:14 pm)

Reply to: linzi
Aye,tis..but thanks :)



posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 12.19.04 (5:15 pm)

Reply to: newbie
* * * * * =)



posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 12.19.04 (5:18 pm)

Reply to: newbie
Awwww give me another chance!
I shall prepare the utensils...:p



posted by: Paintedbat (reply)
post date: 12.19.04 (6:25 pm)

I find poems I don't even remember writting at all



posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 12.19.04 (7:00 pm)

Reply to: Paintedbat
Too true...but its scary when you find em in blood. tsk. *shiver* ah well.
thanks for stopping by



posted by: eka00 (reply)
post date: 12.20.04 (8:24 pm)

Sometimes things burst forth from within and you put them down wondering what freed it....truth is, it's a response to something long repressed....or just a feeling of something longing to be repressed....or repressed repression repressing it self, *smacks herself upside head*....see what you've done, you got me speaking on tongues, *points accusing finger at Vodka*....you'll pay for this! Just because you write beautifuly does not give you the right to inspire confusion...*walks away scheming*....You'll pay for this! *waves fist in the air*.......



posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 12.20.04 (9:58 pm)

Reply to: eka00
*grin* And that actually made sense to me. I must be getting old *laugh*



posted by: jennirae269 (reply)
post date: 12.21.04 (4:55 am)

That's one of those memories to forget hon.



posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 12.21.04 (6:55 am)

Reply to: jennirae269
Aye, *nodnod* one more to forget.

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