I gave you the
pages to Armageddon
and told you God came
but you didn't believe me,
wrapped up in the religious fantasy
of pornography and
Paris Hilton on Rob Zombie
You kissed the glass
on the head of your
over sized ego,
while praying to a sensation
and a little boy
Your pride and glory
was a salted wound
slightly bitter
and spread over your hand
like Ash Wednesday
and all the dark angel
you could ever eat
Semen became the new temptation fruit
with the shower's lullaby
and a crushed
brain.
A contest entry
- masturbation by Melissa Gayle.
400 points, ended March 24, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Please tell me what you think
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too damn good
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intense
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This is thought provoking and stunning
lol
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very interesting piece. your use of metaphors is astounding.
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sacralige!!!!!
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sacrilegious
That works as well.
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ummmm, yes
What are you going to do, glare and point at me, call me on charges of blasphemy because I'm an atheist who believes god is dead and religion is a guilty placebo?
Thank you for your very kind comment.
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Intelligent
Very smart and intresting view -
Wow, this is brilliant.
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Your first stanza is excellent, truly, truly wish I had thought of it.
really wonderful job!!
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This is really good. I love abstract poetry.
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