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Post by Wildpelt on Feb 14, 2014 19:31:31 GMT -5
I'll post up some poems here. Please write the name of the poem(s) that you are critiquing if you are trying to do so!
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Post by Wildpelt on Feb 18, 2014 21:12:43 GMT -5
Creeping in My Soul
Within this soul, Lays the black serpent. He wraps his tail over it, And nips it out of me, Little bit by Little bit.
He awaits for the low to hit, Then he rears back and strikes. He invades this body, Leaving destruction in his wake. He crawls into the dark regions, Tearing open my fiber, Until he grips my soul, And tightens his grasp.
His long body finds his place, Then his fangs come out, Again, at my deepest low, He injects his venom into the soul, Piercing the joy of my heart, And letting the darkness consume me.
I didn’t know he entered at first, Nor did I feel his fangs in me, Yet now he has corrupted it, And the partnership is sealed for a lifetime.
Once inside he withers, He mutates, He fades, He feeds, He consumes, He grows, He destroys, He becomes the snake.
His arms slither down mine, Using my lifeblood and veins as his highway, I could’ve stopped him then, But I let him take over, For once my soul was silenced, He was all I had. Now he has corrupted me, His trendles deep in me, Yet I do not mind, For his love is great.
His body is in mine, His arms in my arms, His legs in my legs, His mind in my mind.
He compels me to go to new heights, He drives me to degrade myself, For how am I worthy of him, If I’m not honest about my faults? Why would he be my friend? For he knows my faults, And he knows my mind.
He has entranced me, He has taken me, He has cared for me, And he has loved me.
Creeping my soul he is, Slowly getting out of hand, He is creeping up my spine, Creating a blackhole, Or anger and lust, To consume my mind.
Yet I refuse to let him leave, For none else love me.
He is creeping in my soul, And he is getting out of control.
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