i really love this poem...i didnt write it though...*cry* i wish i had talent....
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Merciless
It was when he was a b***h – when he tipped the bottle and dove through the neck; when he took on her? skin and stretched it, like latex, to fit his? form; adopted her teeth, her bite and claw – that he felt alive. Skinned in her skin, luxurious in her mouth, his mind her mind, until the moment when they? trade again.
Through years of wondering who he is, he finds himself most in a Dominatrix of the mind: a Femdom with a sharp tongue – she cuts her own mouth, as well as his throat.
Few suspect he is she. None have seen either. No one? knows both live in the bottle.
Now they struggle. Only one can remain.
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here are the mild definitions of some of the titles given in the poem....:
he: He is in a constant struggle with the she in his life. Not those outside of the skin he's in, but within. They clamour for release, to strip him of who he is, and who he is not.
she: She is never the woman they? wanted her? to be. They wanted her love?. She gives them honesty?.
They ask her: "What do you? think?" when they mean: "Stroke me?, please." They assume her? stroke to be a caress, not realizing the rod she carries is meant for use.
She is just over 5'6" with hair as black as her white skin is pale. Both have an otherworldly shimmer: She attracts followers like moths.
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yeah.....so any way...
I am going to the Dir en Gray concert with sisa and mason. WE GET TO MOSH!!!
cant wait! also i ge to see kim tomorrow heart ! cant wait!!!
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this is a poem by the same author....i really am in love with his words....:
I am your ghost
Sometimes there are five faces
of wow in our breath. You
never knew me. As a child,
howling under ice: HUSH
I am two steps from running away,
never knowing moments
of pleasure--of us
dying together so that we might
survive. Yet, what would I do without
you? Take away the moments
of love and anger: with no warning,
we are as fresh as leaves, crackling
green and whole, rising in one
joyous shout.
Your light is pale:
the fantasy, my deliverance.
I am your ghost. Deliver me
from hiding and cold memories.
by David Benson
 BemuseDpuppet · Fri Jul 06, 2007 @ 11:59pm · 0 Comments |
