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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
Mar 23, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

HALLOWEEN

The night grows cold.
A crows soul is sold.
Through darkness I see.

A cat wanders to my step.
Black a wretched mess.
I wonder what is to be.

Aware of the demons.
That live in the trees.
Looking down withiut sound.
They see me.

Light falls from darkend hall.
I hook dog to chain.
And here I will remain.

— sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, Mar 23, 2009

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orgami

17 years 2 months ago

Linework

I like the way your words fall unlike much of any other but a different tempo nuance its own I like the line "I hook dog to chain" reminds me of a Siouxsie and the Banshee cover of a dog from Pompei
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 2 months ago

THE CATS CRY

Orgami. A place in my past of a trail I walked. Yes with a dog. He was to act as if hell was to follow us as the night came to start a yell so stark as to a mans mind a person a lady was butchered. My dog and I made our way home that night yet forever will that sound haunt me. Steven A. Kacer
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Morgana Tragic…

17 years 2 months ago

Simple and awesome...

Always a pleasure reading your work, my friend. Love the simplicity of it, the demons living in the trees are mind blowing to me. But I guess they're there, aren't they? It's a very intense piece, and the last two stanzas are adrupt but ending...awesome! Always your friend Peace and Love Katie
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AlexaGrace

17 years 2 months ago

wow

pretty good actually great like everything else you do
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 2 months ago

What I do in life is just that me.

Alex. I write from the cuff of pictures of truth. I have a smile to my face looking yet trying to understand the expression on the dogs face. It looks to me like the dog is to say. What the heck are you dooing to me as I know not of poetry and I just love you for you so I will play in your game. None the less I love you as you love me. Thanks for the kind words friend yet to write of dead men is not easy I say. Have a good morrow and remember the reason you came to this place of poets and people with a dream. Steven A. Kacer