Guest Katiya Damodred Posted April 22, 2002 Report Posted April 22, 2002 Rip, tear, slash. A hand, a giant hand, Reaching in my chest and twisting the strings of my heart. Pulling them, tearing them, ripping them away. I have never known such pain. The more it pulls, the more strands of agony Rush to my brain and register that something is very Wrong. That same hand, that giant hand Clawing at my soul, tearing it away. Reaching through the walls I have so carefully built And ripping them down, leaving exposed who I am. Leaving in that soft, golden uniqueness Angry black wounds that pulse with the beat Of the heart of the one that I love. Unrequited love is torture More terrible than anything we humans have made From the dark depths of our manual brains. Unrequited love is very Wrong. Rip, tear, slash. So goes my heart. So goes my soul. ((Wow, that was weird....I feel really scary now. ::whistles out of tune softly, staring at the sky and pretending very hard that she did not write that.))
The Portrait of Zool Posted April 22, 2002 Report Posted April 22, 2002 LET IT OUT BABY! (Seriously - gotta be something cathartic in that. ) ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.
Guest Katiya Damodred Posted April 22, 2002 Report Posted April 22, 2002 Hey, I'm happier now! ::does a happy dance to prove it::
Gyrfalcon Posted April 23, 2002 Report Posted April 23, 2002 Heh, thats good. Excellent poetry, though- it flows very quickly. *applauds*
Ozymandias Posted April 23, 2002 Report Posted April 23, 2002 It's a rare writer who can really make me feel what they're writing of. Well done, and very glad to hear the therapy was successful. :>)
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