Topic: Poetic venting. Come now, we all do this... | |
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Hmmmm. We'll just go with whatever comes out, shall we?
Anyone's welcome to post whatever they want, but I'll start it out with this: Sunlight against rain. Smokescreen for the world. Can I see you? Can I feel you? Or is it just another disaster waiting to happen... Another sharp stab into my waiting heart. As though through water, I call. Gazing up at the silver bubbles sparking so. To end, to now, to there, to where we go... With grass as green as thimbles in spring. So we soar, and we go... And we splay ourselves out on the rocks, again and again. All in conquest, in search, in desperate pursuit of this emotion Which all humans seem to crave. I refuse it. I let it pass, let it glide over me like wind on a stormy day. And I only smile at the breeze as it cannot touch me. Against my skin, in my eyes, it does not matter. It cannot reach to the deepest depths... So we cry, but we do not. So we scream, but no one hears. So we laugh, bu no one cares. How sunny, for the world to live thus. Eh, that was random. And bad. And short. And dramatic. Ah, well~ |
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Edited by
plastic_pancakes
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Mon 06/14/10 10:27 PM
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I discovered you!
Sunspot sprinkles on the cupcake of carelessness. 'Cause kids got idle time while all the grown world has is watches. Take all of the oven pieces and curl the coils up like broken rhyme. Smoke and slow-drenched spiral staircase vines are rising up my eyes prepared for sleep. Apples and angels both dangle in the trees of disbelief hanging with thieves. So eat up all the light you can and then exact some peace. |
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Edited by
UndiscoveredAuthor
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Tue 06/15/10 02:02 AM
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Ha, I guess you did. It was just the easiest nickname I could come up with, off the top of my head.
Shorter ones, this time: In forests of darkness With cloaks and shadows Breathe deep, let it ruin you The curse to which mankind prattles. Deep within every heart Lies the death Of life For what it will become When all turns to nothingness Overly dramatic and boring, again. Bah. |
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Edited by
s1owhand
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Tue 06/15/10 05:04 AM
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wrong flavor
jellybelly blue should not taste like that one second of amusement oral ejaculation shpitui! that was unclean said a long gooey tendril saliva's just hanging around this thread don't even eat the damn things won't look at 'em anymore Heh ptuh ptuh "venting" |
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miniature house
little people little dreams a tiny window |
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cloud factory around the corner
dirty O greasy expectations slumlords and their perfect match engrossed pupils at the edge of the hill decaying towards downtown old projects jobs that have gone away rusting steel and a bridge to nowhere |
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:: Facepalm. ::
Not exactly what I had in mind, but I suppose everyone's perverted these days... This is why I don't date guys, though! xD |
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The 'cloud factory' one was more fun~ :3
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:: Facepalm. :: Not exactly what I had in mind, but I suppose everyone's perverted these days... This is why I don't date guys, though! xD re-reading that did sound kind rather perverted but it was not actually meant that way ![]() it was really meant to describe eating a foul tasting jellybean ![]() oh well... glad you like the other alright |
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negative experience
that leads to venting anyway it is universally accepted that if you have to explain it then it's bad ![]() i shall endeavor to elevate the mood ![]() sorry about your thread though! |
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got one,,,,,,
Reluctantly and slow softly closing doors broken, mournful for burned-out dreams fading scenes... emptying with time ...and when they`re gone what will there be to mist your mind with forgetfulness like an opiate your head would find to a dream i once dreamt |
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the rent is now due on the tent
have to repair a broken vent oil covered lies tax our resolve all big problems take time to solve |
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time too stands still
with them who sit at the legs of buildings dark eyes, blood veined, caring forgotten of those surrounding. clothes dirty, dusty, a toothless chargrin of decay the world is too much with them. |
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