She perches on the cemetery gate
the one that exists in my mind
causing my will to be sacrificed
while hinting at debauchery divine
She glides across the shadows
towards the darker side of me
causing ebony sparks to raise
while releasing something akin to sin
She dwells close to the dark core
that part of me which has no regrets
clinging to primal feelings
making me forget all about morality
Author notes
awoogawoozle
A contest entry
- Dark Love by OurxBeginning.
300 points, ended May 24, 2007, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - My hands are cold. Show me your veins, I'll show you mine. by Naridill.
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Honorable mention
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A short piece but the emotion runs deep in this. The imagery is also done well in this. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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heya...this was a great write and i really enjoyed reading this...your words were strong, powerful and emotional as well keep writting your talented and good luck in the contest
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Nicely Done
Nicely done baby. I loved every word of this piece. Well done.
Keep writing and I will keep reading.
Love Always
Your Ap Girl
Countrybabe
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*Meow*
See I love your "dark" side. Hmm I wonder what inspires such brillance (ponders in head
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I love this, I love it all.
"She perches on the cemetery gate
the one that exists in my mind"
Oh oh oh, my favourite lines...
"clinging to primal feelings
making be forget all about morality"
That part is really hot, really sensual yet animalistic, and I like.
Meow.
Very awesome *Takes another bite from your soul*
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Great job. That was awesome. Tell me, what's the word in the author notes and why is it there?
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