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the old pictures.
'old'
as it stayed in The past.
My eyes were purely wet,
bursting out joyfully.
when the time came,
00.00 it was,
and my car would turn into a pumpkin.
and you knew it
that I had a pumpkin actually
still you were with me then.
...
it's funny though
all you believe is scorched
turning you into ashes, there, at that moment
suddenly
you try to recreate yourself,
your silhouette.
the more you burn
the more you wither
if only I disappeared with the first
sparklet.




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On Sunday July 8th, 2007, carlosjackal (1724) writes:
***=)*** Shines and spins, spins and shines. Fantabulous. -Carl


On Tuesday June 27th, 2006, Morbid_insanity (117) writes:
that was moving. "if only I disappeared with the sparklet". So much power in a poem so short. Nice write


On Wednesday May 24th, 2006, blue (1700) writes:
What a wonderful write! This unfolded beautifully; each line supporting and sustaining the rest. And damn, what an ending! Great stuff going on here. Welcome to DP. ~b


On Wednesday May 24th, 2006, PoeticHellion (239) writes:
Brilliantly beautiful. The flow just... works perfectly.


On Tuesday May 9th, 2006, The Zebra Warrior (2401) writes:
this had some real rare charm about it; a kind of modern day slipstream of unseen light suddenly beaming from somewhere - pumpkin car you gotta to be kidding me that image is exquisite!


On Tuesday May 9th, 2006, TaintedButterfly (1021) writes:
This has such elegance to it. You just wanna keep reading it, again and again. Awesome, truly. Julia~


On Monday May 8th, 2006, Anth (1571) writes:
I cant remember the music of that moment in the film, but imagine it was something hurried and anxious


On Monday May 8th, 2006, Anth (1571) writes:
this built in such manner and accumulated into vanishing traces,from a storm to trickles of rain. a stranger by morning. im not making much sense. just that i was engulfed by this poem


On Monday May 8th, 2006, Six-Out (1799) writes:
this was exquisite. post more.


On Monday May 8th, 2006, Ainsof (1866) writes:
burn me please! nice... hey! welcome to dp... ;)


On Monday May 8th, 2006, Anna Helianthus (1121) writes:
"suddenly you try to recreate yourself, your silhouette. the more you burn the more you wither" this was magical..absolutely beautiful, smearing in front of my eyes in a lovely palette. wonderful write, and welcome to dp.


On Monday May 8th, 2006, inexperienced (43) writes:
thanks a lot for your sincere support which took away my fear of being an outcast. and thanks for 'listening'; it is wonderful to be heard and comprehended.


On Sunday May 7th, 2006, batman nipples (2243) writes:
I can't begin to tell you how this has worked over my mind and heart.. severely provocative, the blurry sort of tragic. This is amazing. Welcome to DarkPoetry.


On Sunday May 7th, 2006, mywristshurt (511) writes:
beautiful.this was very.. i don't know the words



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