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[Barbs]

Could it have been that
nothing but the worn walls
stood sentinel that wretched night (and those ever following)?

For she, silly girl, thought to
be a woman--
Budding breasts and totem poles
were badges of an age,
ten and two--but then, only just.

Tucking-in becomes a wrap,
blurs in sequence
as somnolence flashes
to fail to cleanse a child.

A brush of whiskers,
ever rough along tender flesh,
leaving her to huddle feebly,
cold despite the quilt.

The stench of sweat invades
her mind (for she knew it wasn't hers).
A million possibilities
yet she knew she had
brought it upon herself. she.

A silent echo of sadness
and then. quiet.
morning comes (again as always)
to greet
ravished youth,
whose cathartic dreams
hover faintly
above the carmine corpse.

[SunWuKong]

hey i really like your writing style.
please post more!

[Barbs]

thanks! i haven't written anything in years...i haven't felt that "call". but lately i've been wanting to write again. i guess i went thru a phase where i felt a little snobby about my writing. that is to say, i felt that i had nothing worth writing b/c the world is peppered with self-proclaimed "poets" and i didn't want to be one of them.

i wish i could make cool graphics to go with my poems.

[SunWuKong]

Originally posted by Barbs@Aug 27 2002, 10:46 PM
thanks! i haven't written anything in years...i haven't felt that "call". but lately i've been wanting to write again. i guess i went thru a phase where i felt a little snobby about my writing. that is to say, i felt that i had nothing worth writing b/c the world is peppered with self-proclaimed "poets" and i didn't want to be one of them.

i wish i could make cool graphics to go with my poems.
yeah i kind of know what you mean. i feel really pretentious calling something i wrote a "poem". but technically i guess that's what they would be. i tried to avoid calling them that though.