Just a little note i wrote on the back of a pack of cigarette-papers


Denying our blood!

Silence is destined to be
The horror of
What you can't see

Denying the words in your head
Hate rests
In your warm hands

Heir to eternity, bleeds your silence
And again we rise
To deny, our blood




Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2006-12-08 at 22:59

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Amanda K
strong words.well-penned.

love,
2006-12-10


Teala
Hauntingly beautiful...glad you didn't accidently throw away the cig pack!
2006-12-10


Kathy Lockhart
this is a dark and haunting poem. It has a deep complexity about it. It is the apex of the iceberg that lies beneath its surface.
2006-12-10