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Anaemic Angel
Her eyes were dull and large
Her heart was
Somewhere
Long ago;
I tried to find it
Vaguely
And half-hearted we became
While in her anaemic love
I withered
Quite insane
And wrote frantically
On occasions brilliantly
Often of nothing at all
I am death and destruction
Rolled into one screaming harpy
That loiters on street corners
With intent to do something
Maybe
One day
Indecision is my one recurring theme
And what is love?
A cancer of the heart
(Like that I sell in boxes
With the glaring label
That warns of defunct lungs)
Without any warning labels.
And my anaemic angel
Wants me back again
To be her something vague
And I said no
Not again
I don’t love you
And she hung up.
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(Sorry for posting two poems in different topics... I'm just writing stuff at the moment, and posting occassionally. I think I'm all written out now though...)
Her eyes were dull and large
Her heart was
Somewhere
Long ago;
I tried to find it
Vaguely
And half-hearted we became
While in her anaemic love
I withered
Quite insane
And wrote frantically
On occasions brilliantly
Often of nothing at all
I am death and destruction
Rolled into one screaming harpy
That loiters on street corners
With intent to do something
Maybe
One day
Indecision is my one recurring theme
And what is love?
A cancer of the heart
(Like that I sell in boxes
With the glaring label
That warns of defunct lungs)
Without any warning labels.
And my anaemic angel
Wants me back again
To be her something vague
And I said no
Not again
I don’t love you
And she hung up.
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(Sorry for posting two poems in different topics... I'm just writing stuff at the moment, and posting occassionally. I think I'm all written out now though...)
there should be a poetry corner.. not that i dont appreciate culture
when i ment sad i ment in a sorry for other people way.
This is sad and a good post.
Anaemic Angel
Her eyes were dull and large
Her heart was
Somewhere
Long ago;
I tried to find it
Vaguely
And half-hearted we became
While in her anaemic love
I withered
Quite insane
And wrote frantically
On occasions brilliantly
Often of nothing at all
I am death and destruction
Rolled into one screaming harpy
That loiters on street corners
With intent to do something
Maybe
One day
Indecision is my one recurring theme
And what is love?
A cancer of the heart
(Like that I sell in boxes
With the glaring label
That warns of defunct lungs)
Without any warning labels.
And my anaemic angel
Wants me back again
To be her something vague
And I said no
Not again
I don’t love you
And she hung up.
----------------------------------
(Sorry for posting two poems in different topics... I'm just writing stuff at the moment, and posting occassionally. I think I'm all written out now though...)
Her eyes were dull and large
Her heart was
Somewhere
Long ago;
I tried to find it
Vaguely
And half-hearted we became
While in her anaemic love
I withered
Quite insane
And wrote frantically
On occasions brilliantly
Often of nothing at all
I am death and destruction
Rolled into one screaming harpy
That loiters on street corners
With intent to do something
Maybe
One day
Indecision is my one recurring theme
And what is love?
A cancer of the heart
(Like that I sell in boxes
With the glaring label
That warns of defunct lungs)
Without any warning labels.
And my anaemic angel
Wants me back again
To be her something vague
And I said no
Not again
I don’t love you
And she hung up.
----------------------------------
(Sorry for posting two poems in different topics... I'm just writing stuff at the moment, and posting occassionally. I think I'm all written out now though...)