And yet I steal from you this moment as I stole from the girl who wrote that quote.

Let's take a vote and see if we can't get it in TV for free.

"I was formed for peaceful happiness..."

So what has shaped the clay?

That composed her soul so composedly holed that we still read her book to this day?

Is it suffering that guides us?

Or seeks to deny us?

We're the new generation, folks.

I hope that they'll try us.

"I was formed for peaceful happiness..."

But the "bolt has entered my soul..."

Was it knowing too much,
or just quite enough,
that made the pain too insane to control?

Was it writers or spiders?
Or spinners or quitters?
Or rhyming these times
cutting siamese sisters

that twisted your vision,
contorted your form;
kept you cold as the snow
and now knows us so warm.

"I was formed for peaceful happiness..."

So, alas, girl - what did happen?
Was the blood in your veins
pure arterial stains
that around fifteen years, then, did glassen?

Tell me, what was it, doll? -
That made you think we all
were prepared for the work that you wrote?

A book I stole from my school
not to be cute or cool
but to carry it with me like a coat.

To devour the sour and sickening power
of all those sweet lines that you wrote...

Oh, I love it today, and I hope that I've stayed
true as you were throughout this whole note.

Long live the new generation...the rise of the Indigo's

I, personally, like to rest between 420 and 450 nanometres.

Such great rhymes and fluid moves
I could read it over and over again.

I've read a couple of your poems, the thing that really strikes me is your near pefect use of English to portray your thoughts and use of more Old English terms as descriptors. You have a way with words, and a rather brilliant way of laying it out. Don't lose that.

Thanks to everyone who read.

Losing something is gaining loss. Hehe.

Damn, nihilism used against a nihilist...now I feel inadequate.

I this. But you knew that already.

awesome

I enjoyed, thanks.

very nice

another brilliantly worded piece