DarkPoetry -|- King_Crazy_Dave -|- brought my mittens

brought my mittens

When I wake I writhe I kick
Off stifling heat and
Covers cloaking sweat
And dirt
I’m tied trapped bent to
My limits
Everything
I cant stand
Anything
Here
Any more
I need to cut this
Humid
Hell
So
Snow is cold
But in its surface
I can stretch my arms
My legs
And show the world an angel
I know
When to come inside
It can be
Suicide
But I know
When to come inside

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On Tuesday February 5th, 2008, An Expired Member (13) writes:

wow...another intense peice...your imagery was vivid and made me uncomfortable, lol, thats awe inspiring to me.

On Tuesday May 30th, 2006, Zen (629) writes:

i wanna come inside can i borrow your mittens?

On Thursday September 8th, 2005, TheBardOfBlasphemy (472) writes:

*shivers&shakes* ... *looks down* ...uh oh - got the shrinks. Usually dave has the opposite effect on me

On Sunday August 21st, 2005, suicideseason (2144) writes:

This felt like a slalom through dead man's run...the poles connected to land mines...very fast...super wicked...a controlled jerkiness...you give your reader a new set of eyes to see the world through...everyone doesn't do that.

On Monday July 18th, 2005, evolve (2228) writes:

Sometimes I wish there wasn't so much to take in with you...but I know, in my heart, that it must be better that way.

On Monday July 18th, 2005, evolve (2228) writes:

..reminds me why I miss you.

On Monday July 18th, 2005, Elegant Kiss (319) writes:

.. You're all the things I can't ever seem to voice, dave. Thank you for that.

On Sunday July 17th, 2005, purr_verse (1437) writes:

Excellent piece; frantic yet measured, vert effective with fine use of metaphor.

On Sunday July 17th, 2005, Evil (542) writes:

husband -- you've shifted my heart in different direction. i'm still suffering from the blow. you are crazy.. i think i'm in love with you.

On Sunday July 17th, 2005, sIo (892) writes:

always the perfect words for the most imperfect picture. beauty trades itself for discomfort. awesome write.

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