

Cravings Interlude FullI see you where you hide o my little man but not even you can escape my fire there is nowhere to run from me for everywhere you go you carry me with you I am the face that you see in the darkness when you close your eyes I am the scream that penetrates the darkness of your mind It is my thirst that parches your throat my claws that rip at your heart and tear at your flesh I drink your fear bathe in your sweat you cannot run away from me you are mine,Cravings Interlude Full
In the darkness of the daylight when I am tired and sleep with my claws sheathed I feel you


Cravings Chapter 4The days are hard but at least they do not hurt I sit at my desk to helplessly contemplate the night ahead my fingers type by themselves having dragged myself from the house which is of course alone in the wilderness like me.Cravings Chapter 4
I never cry during the day all my tears are spent nothing matters because there is no-one but me I type words without meaning while in my head I plan what I will do to chain it Ghandi once said: "You can chain me, you may torture me, you may even destory this body, but you will never destro


Cravings Interlude 1I see you where you hide o my little man but not even you can escape my fire there is nowhere to run from me for everytwhere you go you carry me with you I am the face that you see in the darkness when you close your eyes I am the scream that penetrates the darkness of your mind It is my thrist that parches your throat my claws that rip at your heart and tear at your felsh I drink your fear bathe in your sweat you cannot run away from me you are mine.Cravings Interlude 1
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
hope it's ok - if not, let me know
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"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who
mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."
- Dr. Seuss
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We are a new club, just starting out...
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finish
we are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting
charles bukowski
and i'd like to say it again here: your poems XII and XIII seem to me like the essence of poetry.
cheers, kat
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