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Tue 21 Sep, 2004 01:47 pm
ghost needles trace my veins
puncture sin
smoke and ash steal my dreams
but water cleanses all
flowing
like silk
down the
mountain
trees breathe
marble rolls of my tongue
flesh screams
eyes wilt
a dying flower
words divined by a breath of leaves
Excellent, great flow and vivid pictures, a great read indeed!
want to say enjoyable but i think perhaps emotive is better.
I would say 'disturbingly enjoyable'.
roses are red,
violets are blue,
that lad is for me,
and not for you,
if by chance,
u take my place,
ill take my fist,
'n' smash ur face!
Hi 20tan, welcome to a2k. If this is your poetry, and it's not intended as a remark for chester, then you should start your own thread, more people will read it that way, and it's not intruding on someone else!
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