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the coldest hell (Free verse) by skaskowski the coldest hell
is whispering your name into
and empty ear
unlistening,
This old familiar fear
becomes reality...
the coldest hell
is satin in a
fireplace,
a baby born in outer space,
forgetting a beloved face...
wasted.
the coldest hell,
the oldest hell
is waking up to nothing
but
pain that quickly muffles
the chirping birds and rising sun,
a dying day
that won't begin...
The Coldest Hell
is when you start to hate me
piece
by
piece,
and withering, i do not have the strength
to stand from knees.
..
The coldest hell for me
would be
if you told me goodbye,
but your
Heaven might be the same...
Up the ladder:
Life on the Sidewalk (with superfluous vulgarisms)
Down the ladder:
She and He
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Posted: March 16, 2002 1:16 AM PST; Last modified: March 16, 2002 1:16 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.7142277 Overall Rank: 11937 Comments:
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2-Jul-01/4:46 PM
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really doesn't work for me. a combo of "cliche" and "huh?", with a bit too much "cutesy".
empty ear unlistening = good. face/place/outer space bit = weak.
Social Parody and Voluntary are much better than this.
Social Parody and Voluntary are much better than this. This poem is self-indulgent.
This really gets my heart. I honestly have chills.
I sure wish I know what the hell this one meant. Why The Coldest Hell and then the coldest hell later? And more brilliant use of the ellipsoidal!
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