i gutted my wrists for you, don't you like the colors?
the creeping crimson smeared to rust stains amid a pale skin gone blue
gothic artwork sprawled about on a canvas of concrete
thrash marks tell a tale of the end
and there's a road map here amongst the ruin
from beginning to end, silver to maroon
and now look at him so still
but he's smiling, my god he's smiling
only one can tell it's origin
why it was cast in such misery
no answer will ever be given, although speculation may occur
alas his lips stand in silence, alone once again
Please tell me what you think
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I love this one! Dark writes are so my fav
well penned sid
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jesus crimany...this is amazing. i...wow. im nominating this for the spotlight and bookmarking this! One of the best poems I've ever seen on AP. A lot of imagery..vivid details. I loved
but he's smiling, my god he's smiling.
genius. sheer genius
Mylee -
wow that is gross.....full of emotion though.
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Only very few words can describe this... But I will use these:
A work of art erupted from thee!!!
I love this.
Nothing more can I say, for boy am I in big trouble today!
Naoto
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though beautifully written, i'm not too fond of the subject matter.
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