My bloodripping weeping willow

by EthaniaShea   Nov 28, 2005


Darkness befalls you in lush black weeping willows i lived I've been I've known longer than any do not think it a mere play thing child tis your life you will lose tis your soul you willingly give to the prince of lies
you like this do you not you would like to know the world of
this kind these creatures know not affection they know not love they know not peace they know not healing they just heal by the powers that the prince of lies has given to them
they delight in death it is their playground to have dead bodies as their swings Christian bones as their slides lost souls as their volleyball, soccer ball, football, softball, etc. do you really think that there would be any speak of mercy
within a niche as them do not be deceived you will find no peace you will find no love for within them lays not a thing but a cold heart burnt from long since self destruction i have seen i have been i have killed i have lusted i have become a lover of women vampires care not whom they love even so for the ones whom love those of opposite sex also love equal sex i know how to have a child while being one of them i know how to end being one of them so tell me something i do not know. I've been there and done that come to me if you wish to know more of my travels.
speak to me of your own travels. i wish to know how you have come to this darkened weeping willow of mine.

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  • 18 years ago

    by EthaniaShea

    I have learned that poetry does and expresses itself as painters do
    there are some rules, but they are more like suggestions
    not to be taken literally
    which then means that i do not have to make it rhyme or anything else
    thank you very much
    but whatever that was my past and if you look at my other poems you'll see that God has called me

  • 18 years ago

    by Chit Cyn

    Well, this one is good...cant be regarded a poem in structures but a prose literature, specifically can be a monologue where there was self-expression and questions thrown in the wind just to let out sudden busrts of emotions. I think you have written it so fresh in one sitting, in one sudden burst of anger, in one stop-no-edit write as to ur use of "etc." being so colloquial. Well, lady poetess, u did a hell of self-confession, hope its not a true account, otherwise, well it seems you disatisfy the angle of love. Promising here more to review of ur works in the near time, u can write well with a bit of suggestions from others, we all need that. Smile xxx loadsofluv, chitcyn

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