He was that kid
and he ached
for far more than this
ACHED to be touched
ACHED to bleed
ACHED to crash and bleed out
Because when she touched him
he crumpled like kleenex roses on a gaping wound
Soaking up the BLOOD
A contest entry
- erotic & psychotic by Immortal Obscurity.
400 points, ended November 26, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Hey hope u like it
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The beginning was a little weak-ish, but the last stanza has exactly the guts and glory that I was looking for. A decent effort overall... Thanks for entering & good luck!
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THANK U
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wow this is
different! but i liked it a lot! different is not bad its unique, well done poet!
Rend The Veil
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thanx
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the imagery in this was delightfully dark !
a very powerful poem
a great write
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thanx so much.
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