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Devatchka
lolita Birkeland
Canada, Newfoundland, St. John's

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repeat

Dead dead dead


I was wishing I was dead


Said said said


You listened not to what I said


 


Pure evil was how I envisioned you


Only cats could I imagine being touched by you


Black and blue, my mouth to you


From there my life belonged to you


 


When I was 12 I fell apart


Him gone 4 years he broke my heart


Foot to ground I never stopped


My eyes bled red I fell apart


 


You spark in me a self I hid


That monstrous self despised by me


I'm back to 12 and you're cutting me


Drink my blood, devour me


 


In the end my lips deceived


You think you know inside of me


Because I lied you run from me


I said be friends, I lied to me


 


My lips revealed the part of me


That feared your words


Retarded me


These circles keep confining me


Break away


Inside of me


 


I may be mad assuming you


Are running out of fear of me


Are running out of fear of feel


Are running out of fear of real


 


Your eyes could see a vapid girl


A liar girl


An easy girl


Your eyes could see an ugly girl


A forceful girl


A weak, mad girl


Your eyes could see a sick, sad girl


A girl you wouldn't want to see


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Comment by: - 2006-04-14 16:30
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yup I agree with iceangel..it doesn't need punctuation, it's a strong powerful poem without
Comment by: - 2006-04-13 17:36
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I disagree with the dude above. The lack of punctuation actually gives it the rhythm. Where's a song without rhythm right? I love how it flows, the ongoing wheel of hurt and pain as it's title suggests; Repeat.
luswart Comment by: luswart - 2006-04-12 18:40
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Erin,

Your poem would be a lot more powerful with more punctuation. It is hard to read it as it is.

I am confused also by the bold type on part and regular type on the beginning not sure what this is supposed to represent.

Thanks for sharing
Lu
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