Pulsting Intrusion
Author: Mental


The moon spoke
stabbing my breath
my soul like glass broke.
the movements were strong
my instincts were raging
and i couldn't hold out to long.
pulsating intrusions
muscles cold but full of sweat
all of my poetry illusions
were finally going to be met.
i still hold
i still contemplate
it's still as cold
how cruel is fate.


Comments on this poem/writing:

Meridian ( -- Monday, May 24 2004, 05:10 pm


Wow, fate is cruel, if you have puslating Intrusions.... Strong movements, goosebumps on your skin, but yet you felt like a human-heater..... It almost sounds like mixed emotions, doesn't it Mental? Very good, very explanatory Mental! Keep em coming.....

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