Haunting, daunting.. perhaps merely a dream.. A myriad of not so quite silent screams.. The essense of evil.. as blasphemy coated it's ugly self like putrid cursed words on a profanely painted shelf.. Sarcasm slithered like vile snakes on the ground.. Forked tongue,pointed directly at all who abound.. The escape route is closely guarded No chance you will win.. Abandon all hope, All ye that enter in.
This is an awesome piece of work Babe,,especially reading it after talking to you.Sadly,,most of us write best when surrounded by emotional turmoil.If we could only write like that without having to experience it.Great job,,can't wait to see your next.
I still love this poem I know I commented before. But words are funny. Sometimes you can read them again and again and see something different in them. So thought I would share what I seen this time. Maybe because where I am at in life right now. I thought of people who use their words to hurt. It is like a wielding a sword they say "sticks and stones may hurt my bones but words will never hurt me" they are wrong. Words can hurt and should be chosen wisely. That is what I seen this time
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Excellent poem. I've missed you. Happy to see you again.
Good job.
Q~S
I know I commented before. But words are funny. Sometimes you can read them again and again and see something different in them. So thought I would share what I seen this time. Maybe because where I am at in life right now. I thought of people who use their words to hurt. It is like a wielding a sword they say "sticks and stones may hurt my bones but words will never hurt me" they are wrong. Words can hurt and should be chosen wisely. That is what I seen this time