would that I could annihilate this pain
that I could speak with eloquence but
my skin is too thin,
my blood fluorescent in my veins
emotions fragile as the thinnest glass
no glamour left about me
I feel that I am melting
my fingers grasp no purchase
as I plunge into the depth of despair
my blood pounding is deafening
my death won't be feminine
but it will be the art of death
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Written August 5th, 2006
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this is written differently than most dark poems. I can quite place it, though. It's very beautiful and I like how you drew a simile between death and art. Nicely done.
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Merry meet crystal,
Thank you for your enthusiasm in regards to this poem, but alas I did not place. I'm glad that you think I am able to write good dark poetry, sometimes I wonder. Thank you for your applause.
Amythest -
oh......this is so sad and depressing but it is also interesting the way you incorprate death being an art. I liked this poem because it was interesting...not many people can write dark poems like this one and have a lot of people like it, but you seem to pull it off. Hope you win the contest
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Merry meet Moon Fae,
urk, your right. Thanks for pointing that out. I'm glad that you like it. I seem to be writing a lot of dark poems lately. It must be the pain.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Amythest -
Interesting - I like it...sad. Have seen death too closely so much recently, this really touches me deeply. In the third line, think you meant "my skin is too thin".
Blessed be
Jillian -
Merry meet,
Thank you for your comments and your well wishes.
Amythest -
Very nice work. It was very ambitious of you to use them in sequence and it ended up working very well. Thanks for entering my contest and good luck.
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