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failurecomplex — sanguine tears
Published: 2003-06-08 04:42:48 +0000 UTC; Views: 324; Favourites: 5; Downloads: 89
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i wear a crown of thorns upon my head.embedded tips in flesh so pallid and vestal that i fail to see
the ring of scars i ruefully carry.
streaks of white, so perfectly red
seeds sown from roses so perfectly dead.
in my room, i weep.
scarlet drops on satin sheets;
a slight hue to break the monotony of perfect white.
my crucifixion upon this bed of roses.
silence cast upon the voice of reason
as each petal moans and laments my misfortune.
the winds cry out, \"no more\"
outside my window, lies a world so vast and uncharted.
it will hurt to discover that which makes itself visible unto our bleeding eyes
as we will regret not having found it earlier - when we needed it.
when it needed us.
the dying rose wafts gently beneath the cold moonlight.
it is here, that hope springs eternal.
eyes adrift, capture humanity through nature.
amongst a forest of thistles and bracts
a life disappears beneath footsteps long since covered by autumn\'s leaves
atrophied and destitute, it stands with solemn eyes fixated on its maker\'s hand;
\"why must i go so gently into this plight? insignificant and without a voice.\"
this slow suicide forced by those without conscience;
by those without fear of misgiving.
trampled underfoot; lost.
we plod along in our pre-assigned ruts and routines
while all around us, the anonymous perish and fade like embers.
fading in the fire that burns deep within us all;
we are but one;
one weed in this forest of life - one life amongst many.
one more nameless, faceless entity without a home.
us and them are so much alike.
eternal, by nature.
we are flowers amongst the weeds,
yet a rose by any other name is still bound to die alone.
Comments: 7
this is amazing. how do you write so beautifully? if i could write like you i'd be amazingly happy, my poems seem so...insollent compared to yours!
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hahahaha like i would have wrote this myself but for the first part 
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Wow. That was ... wow. I especially loved the line "one more nameless, faceless entity without a home", it rang home. This whole poem rang home. WOW.
+fav for sure.
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not to shabby
shabby mmm i like that word its makes me happy and fuzzy inside. i rember the first time i heard it. it was a dark and cold dreay night with not alot to do. i turned on the tube... are you you still reading this? well then youve wasted your time.
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I think the second to last verse really takes away from the strength of
your concluding lines. It comes across as a little preachy to me whereas
the rest of the poem is great. In the first three verses the flower imagery is
much more subtle. And building. In the fourth verse you pose a question.
I think those last two lines answer that question better than the verse
before it.
I don't think you can just cut out that verse. I think there needs to be
something there so that the italics work as well as they do. But I think
you need to make it a bit more subtle. And not so hammer heavy with
your message.
A great piece! And those last two lines are brilliant.
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Lines that make me go "oooh".
we plod along in our pre-assigned ruts and routines
while all around us, the anonymous perish and fade like embers.
we are flowers amongst the weeds,
yet a rose by any other name is still bound to die alone.
A bit angsty, but that's cool. You know, I like the italic parts (as a whole) best. Hmmm.
LadyGekko.
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~exhales deeply~
this is a most splendid piece.
it truly took my breath away.............. which does NOT happen often!
the fact that you wrote it comes as no suprise either.
i always enjoy your written words.
we are flowers amongst the weeds,
yet a rose by any other name is still bound to die alone..
~such a 'romantic' truth
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