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Miss Taken.

You are the candle
in my hollowed out heart,
burning bright through
my hand carved face of despair.

You set the gleam in my eyes
and then snuffed my soul
with the cold blow
of rejection.

But the flame burns on,
sparks of passion
re-ignited it.

If I can't have you,
then I will haunt you.

I will lie next to you
in the wee hours and
rumple your forehead
with worrisome fears.

I will shadow your
lovers to come
with cold chills at the
touch of your lips.

I will possess them
when they possess you
and split the night
with a bit of my spirit
impaled deeply
in your flesh.

I will drive you
to join me
on the darkest side
where you will
desire the comfort
of one who knows
death's realm.

I am standing
behind you now
as you read these word.
Remember me??

Most likely not,
you set aside old love
like tight shoes,
and dance barefoot through
new pastures of love.

I will dismember you
bit by bit,
setting a candle
in your heart
carving a face of woe
on it's plump
still quivering mass,
and we will be
together in spirit
in more ways then
those cliche'

~~~~~~~~Artis




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  • Nuclear
    October 16, 2007

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    This is like a cycle. I read through twice and picked up the following.

    "You are the candle
    in my hollowed out heart,
    burning bright through
    my hand carved face of despair."

    The person is your life source and you must have them.
    Then, the last stanza was also brought to my attention.

    "I will dismember you
    bit by bit,
    setting a candle
    in your heart"

    You turned the tables and then made yourself their source of life.

    The entire poem is well written and has a Halloween spirit.


  • tara wilson gold member
    October 16, 2007

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    macabre - As I was reading this I was thinking to myself, there is such a definite mood to this poem...it was not until I saw the contest that 'Macabre' came to me....my goodness this is excellent....perfect mood you captured here..

    "I will shadow your
    lovers to come
    with cold chills at the
    touch of your lips."

    "Most likely not,
    you set aside old love
    like tight shoes,
    and dance barefoot through
    new pastures of love."

    I can't imagine anyone forgetting you, Artis.....



  • ebaby
    October 15, 2007

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    ooohhh my this is a start to end poem that just slides threw my lips. wonderful poem Artis, the best Ive read in a long time... Thought provoking for sure!