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Prototype Aug 01, 2007

21st Century Highly Culture

There’s always a so-sweet-super-splendid-girl
and there’s always a poem about this girl he’ll never date;
Or there’s always a cute-crush-cool-boy
and then she goes and write poem ‘bout her sad, sad fate.

And then someone else wants to get attention
So writes about self-pity-feelings-of-lack-of-affection,
or about ways of suicide, and that there’s no one on his side…

Not forgetting the ones who push people away
and then cry a poem about sad-loneliness
or ‘bout regrets cause they “didn’t meant to say!”

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anonymitylll Aug 01, 2007

asphyxiation please

dreading each and every thought of happiness is slowly overwhelming me with dillusion and candor for unease to be content.

Breathing in the blADES of hate from every spirit i touch is shredding all dreams slowly towards the differential oblivion on which my heart vents.

I cant help this intent that pulls me ahead towards the undertow that spirals.

this dreadful swirling from the past eternal love that grips violently at
every move in which i conceive

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anonymitylll Aug 01, 2007

my personal trauma

Desperately searching my soul with my eyes pryed open, often leaves my aura with a sense of selfless despondence my spirit is unable to explain.

I am alone in this ominous world of hate and self inflicted tolerable pain.

THe path i have chosen to follow slowy overwhelms itself with jaundice and is isolated against the darkness that wills me.

Tell me where to find the brightness that was promised so eagerly in the beginning?
  It has chosen to overwhelm the population of narcissistic thieves.

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anonymitylll Aug 01, 2007

energy in green

deep green and engulfed in solitude, i always reach out towards the likeliness of buoyancy

He touches me, and all sorrow is transformed into a secret, while my heart melts in the hand that beholds the forest.

Its extremely frightening to know that i trust this desirable umbra, more than myself.

 must be the signature pressed at first contact and that secluded amorous stare.

All the dimented desire flows out of me and swims in this pool of ecstasy, created in passion and emotion, by that honeyed green air.

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purplemoondoll Aug 01, 2007

You'll Never Know

I could love you if you were real Embrace the moment, truly feel   Loves true worth - but sadly no Your plastic smile has got to go   Hindsight haunts your waking hours Regret will linger,  turn you sour   Fortune missed the ferry home You’ll pay the price and live alone    My life moves on, I taste the kiss Of lust, desire and waking bliss   You’ll never know how much I cared. But now it’s gone – our story’s snared
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wellbelove Aug 01, 2007

Better

this does not happen to us
not happen to people I love
and I love you so much that when u hurt I hurt even more
so get better so we can get back to where we were before.

I want to hold u
my arms become magical and take away your pain
when you sleep I’ll kiss your forehead
and I’ll just make you better again.

I don’t believe in miricales
but if it helps then I do
you have to get better
‘cause I could not bear life without you.

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barbsdad2003 Aug 01, 2007

The Kit and the Caboodle

To prep my breakfast robust salad

Much more tasty, far less pallid,

I tossed in the scrabbling furry kit,

Who had a feisty fit

With the green caboodle

And savory flummadiddle (or flapdoodle)

 

Aside my apple strudel.

 

Then, so thinking that my puss perhaps,

Along with biting of the schnapps,

Would maim the fancy dish,

Something I did not want or wish, 

I fished out the wailing cat …

 

And that, I thought, was that.

 

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barbsdad2003 Aug 01, 2007

Erthstamps

Whach mang mould sist clod

bith prick cand hone,

Imstricted from thi huring

struch ov bott’n lome,

 

Cand climped bith melf-vurve

erthstamps severywhith,

Thon wholl antece hir metches,

finklelacs cand sone,

 

Thi unplored plairie nown

zab fedge cor pown?

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tanja Aug 01, 2007

Two As One

Colours of our love
Ultra-violet-infra-red
And all else between.

Everywhere I go
The touch of your fingertips
Trickling down my spine.

You captured my heart
With kisses made of honey
Phenomenal bee.

Honey sweetens life
I knew that it would be so
The day I met you.

Imagination
Flying on the wings of love
You make me feel good.

Like ducks to water,
Our souls have melded as one
You and I, all time.

Music to my ears
Are conversations with you
Although we don’t talk.