Stab stab stab slit cut cut slit
The Colors of my Heart
#18
Posted 17 February 2006 - 11:12 PM
QUOTE(Callum Jacques Spartacus Liverot @ Feb 16 2006, 10:57 PM)
>.< Meh, well, I don't even write poetry. And the little I do write isn't usually anything like that


QUOTE(Phieta @ Feb 16 2006, 10:57 PM)
... No. >.>
Ermm.. You guys do know that most of it is just metaphors? Nobody actually tore out anyone's heart or cut off someone's hands etc.?


























“In the valley of hope, there is no winter.”
#21
Posted 18 February 2006 - 02:47 AM
QUOTE(Darkness @ Feb 17 2006, 06:12 PM)
QUOTE(Callum Jacques Spartacus Liverot @ Feb 16 2006, 10:57 PM)
>.< Meh, well, I don't even write poetry. And the little I do write isn't usually anything like that


QUOTE(Phieta @ Feb 16 2006, 10:57 PM)
... No. >.>
Ermm.. You guys do know that most of it is just metaphors? Nobody actually tore out anyone's heart or cut off someone's hands etc.?

Hehe, no tearing, slitting, stabbing, gouging, ripping, or cutting what done in the making of this poem.

Anyway, that's the most gory thing I've read since Wuthering Heights.


"Fifteen hundred years ago everybody knew the Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago, everybody knew the Earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet. Imagine what you'll know tomorrow."
--K