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Oceans of Red
Oceans of red wash upon the shore
And stain the sand
And no one believes it
The crimson dirt remains
At your feet
Walk on it
Taste it
The barer of deceit
Wash your face in the mud
And choke on the salt
For you can not escape
Your own shit
Bury yourself in it,
My love.
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Comment by: Stefan - 2007-11-30 14:03
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| D-Day or something? |
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Comment by: Neo - 2007-02-16 01:52
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Oceans of red wash upon the shore
And stain the sand,
And no one believes it.
The crimson dirt remains
At your feet.
Walk on it.
Taste it.
The barer of deceit
Wash your face in the mud
And choke on the salt,
For you can not escape
Your own shit.
Bury yourself in it,
My love.
There you go, beautifully done completely.
Nice write.
Never give up. |
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| I like this one, probably my favorite so far, "The crimson dirt still remains" reminds me of a poem I have written called My Brother Of War. I am glad you sent me a request your poems are enjoyable to read, much different then I expected which is a good thing. |
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I agree with John and the line 'and choke on the salt"
You are so deep, it's beautiful.
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Poetically Always Ashley |
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| you write some great and powerful poetry... so going to add you...k |
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