Original Poems

toranokaze · 03-18-2010, 04:48 AM

It is but sleep.
To end.
To rest.

At first pressure a point finely grain
A pin prick
A thrust
A dark red ribbon.

Life never looks like the movies. Not a beaming paint like sanguine , but warm and dark

Everywhere , everywhere nothing left untouched by this crimson brander

My teeth feel funny,
My head is light

I'm cold

NO
STOP
I just want to be warm again ... it has been cold for so long now

I can't get up, I can't move,

the pain has stopped
darkness takes its place

The last act

EMT,"DOA"

03-18-2010, 04:48 AM	#11
toranokaze I'm still a jerk Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Little Mexico Posts: 1,817	It is but sleep. To end. To rest. At first pressure a point finely grain A pin prick A thrust A dark red ribbon. Life never looks like the movies. Not a beaming paint like sanguine , but warm and dark Everywhere , everywhere nothing left untouched by this crimson brander My teeth feel funny, My head is light I'm cold NO STOP I just want to be warm again ... it has been cold for so long now I can't get up, I can't move, the pain has stopped darkness takes its place The last act EMT,"DOA" __________________ "Without deviation from the norm progress is not possible." - Frank Zappa It is the ignorance of ignorance that lead to the death of knowledge The Virgin Mary does not weep for her son, for he is in paradise. She weeps for the world , for we are in suffering.

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