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Betwixt The Porcelain Skin by ~Disasterpiece666:iconDisasterpiece666:



Betwixt The Porcelain Skin




The floor falls through ceilings
And exposes distressful feelings
Shedding light on skin crafted from porcelain
Yearning for the final brush to paint completion

Gently subdued by the tightening heartstrings
The paint entices solace and what a loving embrace brings
To fall in and out of completion
Anything to caress her porcelain skin

The irony is that the skin is speech
A beauty that you simply cannot bleach
All I could ask for in this world
Is to have her heart split open and unfurled

She won't believe her loving mind
When I found the contract was pre-signed
And the schematics to the soul were obsolete
A machine I could have never hoped to compete

In the light her putrid words landing may sting
Spilling my soul to her as venomous offering
For her I wonder what the future may bring
But in the end I know she is my solution to everything
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:icongrniddrgn:
Man I know what you mean about people not paying attention to traditional poetry anymore...I have been writing myself for the better part of two decades. Dude this is really deep and amazing! I can almost feel the intensity of your feelings for this girl and the fact that they are more than just skin deep!
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That and the fact that you have to read it several times to catch it all... and now I am not so sure that what I originally thought it was about is true. It's making me totally think! This is one of the signs of good writing...I miss intelligent poetry!!
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'And the schematics to the soul were obsolete
A machine I could have never hoped to compete'

I love that, seriously.
Beautiful!

Very bittersweet.

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"Mark my words comrade, one day things will change; We will take the fight to their land, to their people, to their blood."
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Bittersweet...

I don't receive much feedback on my writing - and what I do receive, is very unpredictable. Thank you. :)
I was in my darkest moments while writing this. I needed a glimpse of hope, and all I need to do is think of what I can't have.<3

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Thats sad :(
Well, they do say that if you could have it, you might not necessarily want it anymore.

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"Mark my words comrade, one day things will change; We will take the fight to their land, to their people, to their blood."
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No no, it isn't like that. It may sound cheesy, but she's my dream girl. Has been for many many years. The unattainable.

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