Thorns

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  • Dark Poetry
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  • Lost Love
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  • Sadness
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  • Anger

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    I usually hate stating what my poetry is about per se. I don't want to rob someone of an experience through their interpretation.

    Thorns

     She danced along the haunted garden
    The screams coming on stronger

    Flowers were not, could not fill all the emptiness

    Green and gold
    scraping her feet

    The worms kiss her blood
    A gentle sing song dance
    An emotional killing to the rythmn

    Morbid unrequited love
    His eyes played with her once again
    Feasting in her

    An apparition sheath
    Clouding her eyes
    He stares in judgement and cruelty

    She is never enough

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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