Speak no more,
let not the words fall from your lips;
fight no more,
do not resist me as I sew the silencing stitches.
Drown in the kerosene of my words,
ignite the match yourself -
you wanted to watch me burn,
and the flames consume you now.
It doesn't matter, anyway -
it is merely a jest, as always -
hear my laughter, delighted in this joke;
tell yourself this as your world collapses,
so you may perish with a smile on your face.
You could never have imagined this,
the vindication of the abused -
those once tormented by your hand
will hammer the nails into your coffin.
Critique?
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i really like this.
it's dark, but it is still beautiful.
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it's deep, dark, and beautiful. i love this poem cuz it makes perfect sense, and i hardly make sense of anything.
wonderful write
~kassie
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wow the imagry was there. but I did not like to point you were saying.
the best line was 'Speak no more,
let not the words fall from your lips'
the line came so natural in the poem -
I loved this. The 'silencing stitches' line was hardcore to the max! The wording and imagry in this was just mind-blowing!
Great job!
Peace and love
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Oh, wow. This was amazing. It was very vivid. I loved it. Great write!
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Wow I don't want to get you mad.I like this poem though even if it's dark.
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woah . . .
Nice. Angry. Vivid. I can almost feel the pain and hear the laughter, actually. What poor soul got you angry though?
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