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Looking Down

Member since 2003 · Posted 11 Apr 2003 · 6 comments

Christ blood warms my skin till it burns At times Iâm drowning Others Iâm dying of thirst More still its just enough to get by Sometimes its as close as whispering lips upon my ear Others its as far away as the voice on the other end of the telephone More often than not its in sight but never near enough for me to touch I can barely stand to look at the wound It burns at my eyes but I close them and stare anyway Its so hard to believe that an inflammation could be so beautiful

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[1] lunar 12-Apr-03/6:26 AM Reply

Bit strange! Doesnt completly make sense (to me anyway)

[n/a] thepinkbunnyofdoom › lunar 12-Apr-03/7:56 AM Reply

Well it is a little cryptic but its actually just about staring at the sun.

[n/a] thepinkbunnyofdoom › thepinkbunnyofdoom 28-Jun-03/11:23 PM Reply

This one is about trying to make something simple and mundane sound needlessly complicated, and interesting. Again more growing as a writer.

[6] Todd 12-Apr-03/5:56 PM Reply

Hello.Cryptic yet interesting nonetheless.I love your name!LOL Look!it's a little pink bunny!I've never seen one that color before....OMIGAWD!IT'S A BRINGER OF DOOM!
Take care

[n/a] thepinkbunnyofdoom › Todd 13-Apr-03/12:55 PM Reply

and you thought the elephants were bad...

[1] lunar 14-Apr-03/2:03 PM Reply

Wow it makes a lot more sense now!