Last one today-whore

[Pixelina]

The beautiful words between us,
The pretty little stars in the ceiling,
The made-up perfect world around us,
Can't I leave that whore behind.

In time and space and weighing grace,
In onlookers and commentators,
I seem to find myself.
Can't I shake the whore out of me,
Can't I share these stupid dreams.

Walk the fields of stiff, stained carpet,
Stare up at the former world.
Glad to be gone, but wish to be forgotten.
No such luck for the whore in me.

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[Pixelina]

umm...comments?

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[parch]

reminded me too much of Brian Warner (Marilyn Manson) selling us his words on bloody silver plates..I got a bad picture. Give me another way to look at it, cause I can't get that outta' my head.

[Pixelina]

marylin manson, huh? bloody silver plates.. i actually like that descpription. well then, i guess i succeeded.

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[honeyk]

poetry is about being honest..and this poem is about as honest as you can get. it repulses me, but i think that is exactly what you are trying to do...if you ever intend to be published, however, your reader is not a good person to alienate (just a thought)..

[Pixelina]

welcome to the board honeyk!! it's good to
see you've taken my advice to join in here.
and, thanx, i appreciate the comments. i never intend to be published and alienating is fun!!!!!!!!!

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