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The quiet pulse of a heart,
Amid chaotic desolation,
Glass shards and concrete rubble,
A bitter kind of salvation.
The intake of oxygen,
As the air hangs dead,
Dead bodies and teddy bears,
The river runs red.
The blinking of eyes,
As clouds muddle vision,
Broken windows and cracked bones,
A strange sort of incision.
The quiet pulse of a heart,
That’s in everyone’s ears,
Tattered clothing and frayed lives,
Only one is left.
- by Pyrrhic Victini |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/18/2009 |
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- Title: A Bitter Kind of Salvation
- Artist: Pyrrhic Victini
- Description: Hm, although I still feel like something is missing, I like it. It's free verse, and yes, that last line is NOT supposed to rhyme. I tried to use it for dramatic effect. This can mean to you what you like.
- Date: 02/18/2009
- Tags: pulse abitterkindofsalvation heart desolation death
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Comments (3 Comments)
- darkangel9194 - 02/20/2009
- It's great! Very well written. Keep it up!
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- tksunshine93 - 02/19/2009
- Wow...At first I was like this is ok...then I got to "Dead bodies and teddy bears/The river runs red." WOW!!! It's wonderful! I love the format,the last line does add a kick to it. Very powerful phrases. BRAVA!!!!
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- Phinagin2000 - 02/19/2009
- i love it, great use of words! much better than mine wink
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