01-16-2006, 01:54 AM | #1311 |
Stranger in a strange land.
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Oh, how sad it is
To hear silent screams of death On the winds of change...
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You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.
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01-18-2006, 08:39 AM | #1312 |
Check mate.
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Warning - sharp blades!
Dare you to dip your hand in the box the box that's unlocked through no fault of my own Metal fell loose and the key is forgotten under the dust and the debris of what is left of me Dare you to peer inside of that darkness as something cuts at your hand (like it cut at my heart) and it'll wrench you apart just longing to see what's inside the chest So grab your knife and tear at the sides wide open, pried to unleash the fury and surrender your doubt and let everything out Succumb to your worries and set aside your woes for nobody knows and that anticipation that cuts from the shades like a thousand sharp blades is just a lust for knowing those things I've been showing but you've been ignoring (all of the warnings.)
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01-18-2006, 10:57 AM | #1313 |
for all seasons
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As capitals capitulate
The dark debasers defenstrate our fulminating figureheads and 'masculated magistrates! ... ALL YOU PEOPLE UP THERE IN CITY HALL! YOU'RE FUCKIN' IT UP FOR THE PEOPLE THAT'S IN THE STREETS! [edit] New Special Edition Bonus Material! WORK My ass is not an amusement park ride! And if it were there would be a sign that says You must be this important to ride this ass! Get the fuck out of my office!
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01-20-2006, 08:39 AM | #1314 |
Stranger in a strange land.
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Bloodstains
On my hands All that remains of a lifetime of prime crime Now spending time payin' you for mine Because reality Don't disturb the peace All that I can see Is eternity Kept so far from me As I'm on my knees, Ask, "Forgive me please!" But I know it's too late There's no other fate There's no new clean slate For one such as I With no alibi For the fates decide Swim against the tide But too weak to swim, Things just look so grim But there's no turning back No, there's no turning back For my concious lack Of a light for that Kind of strengthening By the golden string For the one true thing Is the gift you bring But if you don't share You'll be caught unaware And be brought to bear Be told you don't care Because paths come and paths go but a light for some Will surely show The truth and fault the darkest vault be lit for thee, No single key For I can see That love, for me? Not meant to be. The pathways and brighter days Were left behind Far and away So let it lie and let it die Deserving nothing, I confide.
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You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.
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01-20-2006, 09:38 AM | #1315 |
Sent to the cornfield
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Las Vegas
Posts: 4,566
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Slights of Lavendar
a thought designed
oh so aligned to bear a bitter turn to smolder, slowly burn a wreak of formal incense or shades of innocense a kind of kindle best for flames within a chest beside a heart so cold the frost is growing old the chill so ever present and feeling effervescent perhaps to lift a curse such maladies to nurse or even hold at bay the dawning Winter grey oh slights of lavendar that perfume calendar months are only scent a sensual descent through time as known to taste but through the greatest haste and were it all my call I'd kill them, one and all oh dead of tastful ire those foisted on the pyre I dance: a gilded knave I twirl atop your grave |
01-20-2006, 11:05 AM | #1316 |
Oh hi! :D
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With eyes that strain
You tap out the blame And ruin your own Deception And with looks so brittle That makes you more little But big in your own Perception And still you look down Your reasoning still sound But you're still missing the Connection So why even try? You paint your own lies Just telling yourself it's Correction |
01-21-2006, 06:38 AM | #1317 |
for all seasons
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Oh I drive thirty miles
And I drive thirty more From here to there and back again From door to door to door And though I may be driving still Still one last thing is true... As long as I am driving I am somewhere far from you! ... No seriously guys I came up with that all by myself.
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01-24-2006, 12:54 PM | #1318 |
Everfree
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Empty...
Blank... Lines before me. The lash of a whip peals like thunder. An endless drive, Like cattle, Into the obscure horizon. Lost... Blind... Endless Groping. Arcane messages tick past. A thick wave of mist, Crashing over me, Blotting out the distant horizon. Bright... Selcouth... El Dorado. Chatoyant aura just beyond my grasp. A terrible wonder, A challenge. Gleaming brightly like the sun... Just over the Horizon.
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FAILURE IS
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01-24-2006, 08:54 PM | #1319 |
Cyberpunk Detective
Join Date: Nov 2003
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Observatoriums made in a Jesticular Manner
Girls are popular Ever so much more so when boys outnumber them Being popular here at NPF's easy when you have boobies. (That's not true though when popular guys here, they too gots them teh boobies.)
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01-25-2006, 10:24 PM | #1320 |
Time is something else.
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Time to post another poem. Again, I have some more on my deviantArt account. This one is titled 'radio thoughts'.
radio thoughts on an unoccupied wave radio thoughts that still broadcast after the creator is in the grave sort through the static, through the hiss sort through the white noise, to find a hidden bliss random thoughts lie in a darkened nook random thoughts, loose and drifting, await to be collected within a book one thousand pens set upon a dusty shelf one thousand pens that allow someone to write, and express themself sort through the dirt, through the dust sort through the wear and the tear to recollect that which you must one thousand thoughts, each one of a kind one thousand thoughts that, as they are, are only seen and read by the blind each line has a common bind each stanza a truth to be sought however, everyone has their own truth to find and very rarely can those truths be fought radio thoughts on an unoccupied wave radio thoughts that still broadcast after the creator is in the grave
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