Your parting gift
Your parting gift
Good imagry (sp), nice word play, and allusion. Ghouls are always a plus as well.
Life ain't linear.
Your parting gift
Crikey Pinky!! That is excellent, you have real talent.:-6
FOC THREAD PART1
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
Martin Luther King Jr.
Your parting gift
That was really good Pinks :-6
I am nobody..nobody is perfect...therefore I must be Perfect!
Your parting gift
Pinky;634022 wrote: Thanks...it's kind of cathartic...had one of those days:-5
Oh dear, hope it made you feel better:-3 anyway i really lked it, i think i liked the style of it if you know what i mean
Oh dear, hope it made you feel better:-3 anyway i really lked it, i think i liked the style of it if you know what i mean
FOC THREAD PART1
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
Martin Luther King Jr.
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Your parting gift
Just read that, really good :-4
Your parting gift
Pinky;634005 wrote: You painted me
with shades of gold,
gave me feathered wings
I knew you then
from days of old;
knew the misery you'd bring.
Placed me on a pedestal
impossibly too far, too high
just to see me flail and fall
into eyes as blue as sky.
I tried to avoid you,
blocked you out
swore not to notice you
never let myself doubt
my own mind.
I'll hate you, despise you,
hide from you
the only thing left
that I can do.
The years fall away,
gone in an instant
staring, falling into twin oceans,
those bottomless topaz eyes
drowning out the world.
An eternity passed
while the universe froze
like the lump of ice
that was once a heart.
It again breaks it's stitches,
shards and slivers
of myriad mirrors,
shattering.
Cupid's own bow
the cruelest of tools
could never yet pierce
as fast nor deep as you.
Love and hate, swirling, erupting
so many shades of red
from the pit of my stomach
to explode in my head
as lips of velvet
touch mine
one last time
one last memory
bleeding out my soul -
comdenming me to walk
among the truly alive
nothing but a faded ghoul.
That hurts Pinky. :-4 :-4
with shades of gold,
gave me feathered wings
I knew you then
from days of old;
knew the misery you'd bring.
Placed me on a pedestal
impossibly too far, too high
just to see me flail and fall
into eyes as blue as sky.
I tried to avoid you,
blocked you out
swore not to notice you
never let myself doubt
my own mind.
I'll hate you, despise you,
hide from you
the only thing left
that I can do.
The years fall away,
gone in an instant
staring, falling into twin oceans,
those bottomless topaz eyes
drowning out the world.
An eternity passed
while the universe froze
like the lump of ice
that was once a heart.
It again breaks it's stitches,
shards and slivers
of myriad mirrors,
shattering.
Cupid's own bow
the cruelest of tools
could never yet pierce
as fast nor deep as you.
Love and hate, swirling, erupting
so many shades of red
from the pit of my stomach
to explode in my head
as lips of velvet
touch mine
one last time
one last memory
bleeding out my soul -
comdenming me to walk
among the truly alive
nothing but a faded ghoul.
That hurts Pinky. :-4 :-4