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>FuckDoll< · **Poetry Contest Voting -** 03-15-04

Poetry Contest Winners.

>FuckDoll< · 03-15-04

~I Once Promised~

I'm coming to see you again,
I can't resist these urges
To see your eyes in the star light
See your hair glowing by the moon
To hear your words like the wind
Soothing me when I need them,
And I'm walking to your window again,
Where I did so in the past
Where we held each other
For just a little longer than we should've
Denying others the view of us parting,
And I'm standing at your window now,
Where I await a response from my knock
Anxiously awaiting that heavenly face
Then you appear, an angel in the night,
And I'm so happy to see your face again,
I smile now that it’s finally happened again
I once promised that I'd always love you,
And now I raise the gun to your head,
I once promised that I'd always love you,
And I promise I always will,
As I blow your fucking face away....

>FuckDoll< · 03-15-04

Poor Bastard

So I'm different.
Who cares?
Big deal.
It would be sad if I were like you.
Just a follower, so cruel.
Only caring about yourself.
Only caring about what people think.
"Your other friends are losers, come with us."
"You're too good for them"
Poor bastard.
You're destroying yourself.
They don't give a fuck if you die tommorow,
you're just the oxygen they breathe until you're gone.
They will find someone else to feast on.
You'll never get it will you?
You are nothing to them.
A nobody.
You can't carry on like this.
You're a horrid poser.
The only thing that makes me love you is...
You use to be down here with us,
in this gutter of filth.
The place where we were safe from those people,
the ones you want now.
Watch your back you poor bastard.
Look over your shoulder.
I won't be standing there with a knife at your back,
you will see your beloved "friends."
Take care.
Stay safe.
Remember where you belong.

>FuckDoll< · 03-15-04

The Loneliness of Love

How quickly he'll dismiss me.
Doesn't he even miss me?
Maybe this is all just an act
to keep his reputation intact.
Does he really even feel,
or is none of this real?
He makes me cry out in pain,
so he can make me smile again.
I hate that I love him so much,
because we're falling out of touch.
I continue to give everything that I can.
I would give my life for this man,
but he doesn't care a bit,
and I'm so tired of it.
"I'm watching tv, call later baby,"
Another long distance call to him from me.
Why does he play like this,
when my heart beats for his?
All he's done is help me see,
just how lonely love can be.

>FuckDoll< · 03-15-04

Love

The flowers are lying
Paper leaves
Tied down like...
In streets of cultivated hearts
A fragance of sickness

Buy the lachrymose
Bouquet, the blood is ours
Self-inflicted, self-tasted
The dead cars rolling
Are empty, always empty

But you and I, Destiny
Kiss me, kiss my running hair
The wedding ring is now a noose
I am a fool
I am yours

A dirt-smear'd piece of paper
Autographed by us
Lick it, it tastes like old candy
You live, I die, am dead
I do it again.

>FuckDoll< · 03-15-04

Code:

untitled

[jet-black sista from the ice parade 
holds my tongue with velvet hips, 
the aroma of burnt knuckle-hair on 
her breath.]


4:18am:
hedonistic, sleep deprivation left anarchistic. 
this indolent birth of wired synergy clinging 
to throat, six-shooter remedy for a few 
lousy kisses. 

       she’s off bartering for meds, hair tied 
       back and eyeliner dripping. 
soiled honey       wet and fierce.
 
       insolent ophelia is an outlaw with 
       dreadful dialogue. she dodges bullets 
       for valentines, cigarette clenched 
       between teeth, screaming obscenities 
       at passing kings.


       it works that way with 
       modern romance, there’s almost no 
       need for the dilapidated car crashes 
       of yesteryears.

>FuckDoll< · 03-15-04

407

While the Lucid drop their anxiety
on a thought highway bound for nowhere,
or somewhere;
I sift through spontaneous thoughts
in a stream of consciousness
like attention deficit
and hypochondriac dis-eases of the mind.

I've worn so many hats
getting comfortable in my own skin,
gazing at cement imagery
in a world of steel and gray,

and nobody's got the cure but me.

>FuckDoll< · 03-15-04

Emotional Undead

Gaze upon my granite facade, the sarcophagus of emotion, deaths kiss has intomb me within.
Exiled from mankind for the crime of humanity, where every kindness, a hammer blow on lifes chisel of hate.
Selfless I abandond my soul, and forged my damnation, squandering my eternity on the zombies of society.
Lost within my crusade, forsaking destiny to the uncarring parasites of life, devouring my soul, infecting me with their cancer of unlife.
Mine eyes lamps of despair, shine forth beacons of hell, will-o-wisp of suffering lurring the foolish with illusions of salvation.
Tears like ice gouge my cheeks, with their hypocracies of the heart, scarring this desicated flesh with the jagged edges of hope and love.
Hearken to my wails of unholy anguish, So I might bathe in thea blood, and feast upon thyne torrtured screams, condemed to the legions of Emotional undead, whilst I drink of your destruction, and find solace in this oblivion of night.

>FuckDoll< · 03-19-04

Voting has closed

>FuckDoll< · 04-12-04

Poetry Contest Winners:

1st - drugstorecoyboy - untitled
2nd - Tainted Jesus - I Once Promised
3rd - 407 - >FuckDoll<