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In Cyberworld

In Cyberworld
Nothing is quite what it seems.
We type bravado in voices
Emboldened by distance
And the veil of anonymity.
We hide our flesh and blood.
From silica tongues insults bloom.
Glass fist meets jaw
How quickly we forget
The words on the screen are tapped out
by other human hands.

In Cyberworld
Nothing is quite what it seems.
They type sweetest persuasions
Simmering with possibilities
And the comfort of easy absolution
Voices are cut to fit, faces invisible.
From silica tongues lies seduce.
Glass hands caress, then crush.
How quickly we forget
The words on the screen can veil
Intentions that cut to the bone.

A contest entry

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  • Lucian Valcor
    December 10, 2008

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    very different way of taking the same road I like it, you have a very well penned poem that was skillfully written and so full of truth how it is so many people do not realize words hurt and can cause more pain then a bat in the long run you are bruising the inside not the outside... any way im rambling on thank you again for entering and participating and I hope to see you on the next one

    Lucian"


  • Arkbear gold member
    December 9, 2008

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    Interesting format you have penned here ~

     

    I can see every line you have penned with visuals that stir horrid memoried in my mind ~

     

    There is a place we all know as the internet.....but there is a place some know, as grounds of prey ~

     

    Thank you for entering....good luck & God bless you,

     

    Bear ~


  • Lucian Valcor
    December 9, 2008
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    this one was slightly different then most very well done and thank you for entering

    Lucian


  • untitled.
    December 1, 2008

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    Hmm... Interesting take on it. This piece, like most of yours, is like a song being sung. The voice pitches at some points here, yet returns to perfect soprano. There are some weak spots, but you redeem yourself with lines such as:

    'And the comfort of easy absolution'

    'Glass hands caress, then crush.'

    I think if you used different word choice in certain bits, this would tie in wonderfully. I do like it though, . Keep at it, Miss Noir.

    ~S.