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 Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 3:23 am
Awww...your stuffs is nice too Icey. Thanks for the complimentage.
@Lojak I am with Icey, that is really good. And I love philosophy/poetry.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 3:24 am
Sipping applesauce from a can,
makes me think of my life at hand.
What have I done to come to this?
What little things have gone amiss?
I must be to blame for all my sorrows
The pain I bring, it more than hollows
It tries to drag me down inside
where, from myself, I cannot hide.
Oh what have I done to come to this?
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 3:25 am
@ Ve and ice.. thanx. ^_^
but i must confess that the last two were written before. in fairness... i just write in stream-of-consciousness anywho, with rarely a revision or edit, but I did cheat. 3nodding
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 3:26 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 3:27 am
Lojak @ Ve and ice.. thanx. ^_^ but i must confess that the last two were written before. in fairness... i just write in stream-of-consciousness anywho, with rarely a revision or edit, but I did cheat. 3nodding
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 3:28 am
When will life seem complete?
If ever, I wait to become obsolete.
This feeling that knots my stomach like rot,
Is unending, my heart open with just one slot.
And a jagged withered hole, that noone fits.
It is on a dusty shelf, it quietly sits.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 3:30 am
Verucca When will life seem complete?
If ever, I wait to become obsolete.
This feeling that knots my stomach like rot,
Is unending, my heart open with just one slot.
And a jagged withered hole, that noone fits.
It is on a dusty shelf, it quietly sits.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 3:32 am
Heed the call of one who knows
and give a s**t before it blows
away on winds that carry bliss
to bliss that you will miss.
Invite the wind with open windows
unlock the doors before the wind blows
gently against your shuttered stoop
and leaves you with a clouded soup
of memories never forged
by the passing wind you left outdoors.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 3:34 am
This pain above my eye, it feels
like it's the only thing that wields
the heavyhandedness it spills
and over my own heart it mills
and churns me out of existance...
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 3:37 am
My eyes have seen all they want to see
All the childrens hopes faces with glee
All the ridiculous wars and deaths for no reason
An oil barron willing to put his people up for treason
All the judging and praying and lying and whoring
And those who can't appreciate and think life is too boring.
My eyes have seen all they want to see.
Why can't I just shut them and sit there and be?
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 3:38 am
Lojak Heed the call of one who knows and give a s**t before it blows away on winds that carry bliss to bliss that you will miss. Invite the wind with open windows unlock the doors before the wind blows gently against your shuttered stoop and leaves you with a clouded soup of memories never forged by the passing wind you left outdoors.
Bring us to our unfeeling senses.
Why can we not leave the wind behind us?
It draws us in like a lover and leaves again with out a trace...
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 3:40 am
Verucca My eyes have seen all they want to see
All the childrens hopes faces with glee
All the ridiculous wars and deaths for no reason
An oil barron willing to put his people up for treason
All the judging and praying and lying and whoring
And those who can't appreciate and think life is too boring.
My eyes have seen all they want to see.
Why can't I just shut them and sit there and be?
He sees all but helps none.
Thinking that to never be the one to back down
will solve the whole of our exsistance.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 3:43 am
Yeah, my poetry just naturally comes out depressing. xp
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 3:45 am
Verucca Yeah, my poetry just naturally comes out depressing. xp
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 3:47 am
icebloodfl Lojak Heed the call of one who knows and give a s**t before it blows away on winds that carry bliss to bliss that you will miss. Invite the wind with open windows unlock the doors before the wind blows gently against your shuttered stoop and leaves you with a clouded soup of memories never forged by the passing wind you left outdoors.
Bring us to our unfeeling senses.
Why can we not leave the wind behind us?
It draws us in like a lover and leaves again with out a trace...Coax her gently into dance that whips itself into romance the eye of every hurricane is gentle, passive, quietly sane savagely guarding that cautious core ferocious winds, terrific lore.
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