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Drifting with a limpid sense of purpose,
poised, like mountains,
and high and proud like mystic ravens.
Without much remorse -- she sighs.
How mystifying her cries,
you wonder how can someone that glorious --
be so victorious?
she sways with abrupt sanguinity,
like mindless pharisees,
or the petty sun.
So she mingles there -- still smiling.
Not withering as we hoped.
We watch as she flounces,
watch as she gleams.
Her phosphoric personality -- so sickening.
A simple taste of her sweetness would be priceless.
Suppose revenge were the answer?
Would it be as suckle as strawberried delicacies,
or arid like raisins baking in the sun?
Fancy revenge were sweet..
maybe denial wouldn’t eat at our thoughts..
maybe i’d be less tempted to..
- Title: Girl Shrine
- Artist: kayfurr
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Gah -- I'm not a very big fan of my twin sister.
I wrote this piece when she said some very cruel words to me.
If i were of fighting spirit, i would of sock it to 'er.
Instead, i wrote a poem. - Date: 07/15/2008
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Astaire - 07/15/2008
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At times, it seems like you got a bit thesaurus-happy... Granted, I know some people have very expanded vocabularies, and DO talk that way, but... It seems a bit much in this case.
Be that as it may, I'm glad you wrote this rather than punching your sister in the face. Violence is bad, mmkay? - Report As Spam