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QUOTE (dweezil @ Dec 11 2004, 01:06 AM)
A misting rain
has begun to fall
An aching spreads it's wings
A crumpled soul
tries to pierce the curtain
Hidden hollows promise


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Darkness circles
Patience croons
Conciousnous pricks
Reality looms


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Silent and slow
tainted by time
Bruised of flesh
but continuing the climb

Checked by pain
and always persistent
Pushing onwards
my will consistent

Night has caught me
It's darkness whole
All benevolent thoughts
Hacked from my soul

Test me now
Give most valiant effort
My wall withstands
and gives great comfort



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dweezil, if this is your own stuff, get thee to the poetry thread in the Rush area double quick. That's good!!!!

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QUOTE (dweezil @ Dec 10 2004, 08:06 PM)
A misting rain
has begun to fall
An aching spreads it's wings
A crumpled soul
tries to pierce the curtain
Hidden hollows promise


cool10.gif

Darkness circles
Patience croons
Conciousnous pricks
Reality looms


cool10.gif

Silent and slow
tainted by time
Bruised of flesh
but continuing the climb

Checked by pain
and always persistent
Pushing onwards
my will consistent

Night has caught me
It's darkness whole
All benevolent thoughts
Hacked from my soul

Test me now
Give most valiant effort
My wall withstands
and gives great comfort



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most excellent!!!

way to go, Dweez

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QUOTE (dweezil @ Dec 11 2004, 06:09 PM)
......and his feet were so little that we had to devise a fix for them. We bandaged them up and strapped them to these shingle-like boards in an effort to sretch them. All we could do was hope.
Karen smoked alot back then and that probably had a lot to do with the whole situation. Karl used to hit her often. But Rory and me stayed away. When the guards came we would act mute and dumb so they would leave us alone. It always worked until that porcine ass, Shroeder showed up.
He liked to torture. We amused him in our frailty and many nights were spent at his behest.
Thank goodness for Karl's sewing skills. Shroeder mistook us for some deformed filth and didn't touch us in that way.
Night would come and the rats would run, scurrying and looking for food.
Annette was our friend and she always had swish. I never asked how she got it or what it consisted of, I just drank it. It absolved me of many indescretions. Petra went blind and half mad from drinking too much one night, and that taught us something.
Always the rain or the snow. I can't remember the last time I ever saw sunlight. This is a dark and loveless land.
I worried about his little feet and if the Colonel would ever find out. The poor little beggar cried out in pain every time we adjusted the tension on that damned stretching board. Luckily his cries were lost among the unfortunate's screams that came from the red cabin. Better for him and us if we could stretch his feet than end up in the red cabin.

this, on the other hand, is really freaky ohmy.gif

 

what's it from, or did you write it?

 

if you wrote it, where are you from?

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