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 Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 11:50 pm
Show me your life
Show me your soul
Show me your light
Show me your dark
Don't worry, I learned not to touch a long time ago
The question is will you be able to keep the insanity to yourself
The backstabbing feeling you're about to feel
Aren't you aware of it?
Aren't you clear?
Isn't it there, here, me, you, them and I
Together combined we make a team to become the externals
I feel the knife against my skin
Watch as my eyes burn inside their sockets
Hold on tight, this ride won't be as bumpy as suggested
If my calculations are correct it's twisted
Wild
Incomplete and obsolete
Frusteration is apparent, but will it win?
Sob into your tear stained hands
Oops, they've restrained me again
Will you please hand me that key
so I can keep it close to my heart as I pull a heavy weight around forever more
I'm stained, oops, I'm restrained again
The restraint won't seem to break
Pull me lose, and don't touch me
Hearbreaker, get away and fight this way
Throw the papers out the window and watch them burn
Ashes are all over
Firestarter idiot , pull yourself together!
The cross in my hand is broken
The cross in my heart is gone
The cross in my head is scarring
The cross in my foot is raw
Pull back the skin of a curious subject
Look to the roots and over the veins
Pull the last picture out of my brain
Tear it up and throw it out
I'm not up to going around and about
The visions I see, are they real?
Do you see them too?
Or am I high on something I never knew?
They pound on my brain and scream to go free
But to release them would to release me
To complete another would be to abollish myself
To abollish myself would be to believe in endings
But to have and ending doesn't there have to be a beginning?
Feel as though you're running in a circle
A figure eight
A triangle, where the points are all rounded and the doors are all locked
But you have the key hidden inside,
just pull it out and behind door number one resides...
Numbers and things, flying little wings and bings
Lighter fluid and gasoline, calculators and make-up screens
Tiresome nights and blaring days
They numb your brain until the cows go out for hay
Put it all away and say that today you'll do something different
Let it alone and go on home
Pull it together and don't admit defeat
Talk to yourself and use your feet
Firestarter idiot, pull yourself together!
(Comments anyone? I like blunt, blunt is good. Just be honest, I would like to know exactly what people have to say about this poem.)
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 2:56 am
I didn't even bother to finish reading it. I guess that means if I had any comments they wouldn't be worth a damn.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 5:49 am
*muy perezosa leer todos*
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 11:54 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:58 pm
I'm so tiiiired of your BIG BAD LOVE! I'M SO FED UP WITH YOUR BIG BAD LOVE! blaugh
...remix!
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