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I'm flattered... really... -I Wanna Be Alone Maybe now you'll understand. I disconected my phone. I'll slam the door if you come 'round and shout: "Leave me alone!" I won't answer my voicemail, you won't see me downtown. I just need to spend some time without you around. Inside my head's a mess there's a lot I should say but I'll end up doing nothing. Before you go away, so that's it, you're leaving. You'll go and leave me alone; and i will sit here wishing I had let you known. -(Just Like) Clockwork Tick tick tick... My morining denefces melted, advanced on the Circle line. A breach in ethnic dogma, society declines. blow torch to self-suffecinecy I'm running out of time The enemy's advancing and I have lost my mind. Timebombs and punchclocks are both clockwork engines. My life islost in a sea of human invention. Industry has led to mass dehumanization, living life worshiping a clockwork engine. Tick tick tick... Fighting back the old blue not doing fine. The small red hand is ticking, slicing awaymy time. The warning sirens blaring is no concern of mine; The enemy is at the gates andI'm out of my mind. Timebombs and punchclocks are both clockwork engines. My mind is drowning in human pretension. People go through life in mass media fabrications. Living their life like a clockwork engine. Tick tick tick... |
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I'm part of a dynamic duo? Cool, any way, Hurray for me! There are more people posting poems... Josh (I first met you as Josh and I will continue to call you Josh): You have a very cool style. I liked Yawp! the most. Doc: As always, I enjoyed your poems. For once, I have nothing to criticise.     |
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-The City I hate this place. with it's neon coloured lies and bright hopeless fantasies. A city of burning lights. It's a fantasy of people a miracle of modern design and as the fool stare and marvel I know it's no dream of mine. The whispers of wealthy promises drown the wails of despair and all these brilliant lights make lovely shadows for the failed. But ever on the masses march drawn in by the light's siren song. Like mothes to a burning candle they never think anything is wrong. Please kill the power, they live in fear of the night and the darkness that forms in the shadows of The city of burning lights. |
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Doc, maybe my eyes are not functioning properly but, this poem doesn't seem as dark as any of your previous ones...are you by chance feeling better, and by that I mean, are you not feeling as down as usual? |
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It's not as dark but just as disillusioned. I felt sotra borderline. I wrote at work and this is what came up... |
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Borderline? Anyway, It's actually wierd not seeing that in your poems, almost as if it wasn't you. |
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I can't help it. My sister brought home Chobits and I read it and it's hard to be angsty when Chi is so cute... (Untitled) The best way I know to solve my problem is to simply run away. There's no strenght in one man's numbers; I run before I actually say what the hell I'm thinking about. Oh, and by the way, I tried all ofmy options and there's no way out. |
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How true this one is... (Only somebody like Chi can change a man) |
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Problems haven't breath to lose, Nor have they legs to tire. Nothing will come from running, It only causes you to perspire. Your legs will give out, Your tendons will sieze, And your problems will catch up, Like a heavy breeze. So turn towards your problems, Run at them with full steam, They will cower to the ground, As you look down on them and beam. ("Beam" is a synonym of "shine") I thought that one up on the spot to counter Doctor's last poem, so it isn't that great...
Wise Man says: "Take a dog off its leash and it will wander."
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and to counter engineer on the spot... look in my fridge open the door a grotesque bridge leads to the floor the temps too cold the milk is sour your gaining new mold by the hour your eggs turn green your apples brown and viruses unseen give you cause to frown the meat is rancid the butters worse nothing rhymes with rancid so ill end this verse  |
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LOL... That was totally awesome!
Wise Man says: "Take a dog off its leash and it will wander."
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Conformity by rpdg And I drift to the morose contemplating moments-- my escape from realism, Yet the struggle is uncunny, Thou Tempest ravaged thy being---Damnation! I live the life just like more of them, And when in death then more of them, But illusions are real The ever present then again unreal, So it come to pass so it come to last and within seconds gone, The world, I am and you; Bounded, Struggling, Defeat.
I know you have come to kill me. Shoot coward. You are going to kill a man. -Ernesto 'Che' Guevarra
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Nothing I feel nothing. These are the days when not a thing goes right: Everything is in shambles, In chaos, In wreckage. I am but a spectator Looking at the events, Never a participant: I silently watch At the unfolding drama Presented before me. I see, I hear, but I don’t feel: I am numb, I feel nothing at all. It’s like being suck in a blackhole And no hope exists But helplessness and hopelessness. It’s being in the dark Without the possibility of finding light ever Again. It’s like finding nothing – No feelings, No hope, No passion, No life. It’s this time. It is this time. |
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wow... everyone has so much to contribute! this thread just got so lively! i dont have the luxuary of typing out a counter to anyone's poems but i will put a poem about how much of an stubborn procastinator i am in the shadow of midterms and light of finals. *Terry One Did* Very sure is when time has run out That one will pout. Terry one did and now what will amount Is consequence being the route. Carry it does, to other aspects no doubt, But this hardly stirs the lout. Merry one is, content in ignorance of what is about, But then one gives a shout. Wary one may then become, After hard learning bout, Yet never ceasing the gout.
I could give no less because I could give no more. ~myself
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-A Lack of Negitivity The blue skies and gentle breeze grant me a release from the self inforsed isolation in my head. The bird's let out a cry as the grad kids pass me by and chatter of what still lies ahead. Still, not much I'll trust past the two of us and the memories of better times we had. This feeling's such a joke but your words still give me hope somehow I hear you voice and I am glad you still like to talk to me. |
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No longer do you talk to me. I am torn inside. What did I do? How can I fix it? When we last spoke, you were angered, and it ended then and there. The phone clicked loudly, echoing through my soul. "Good-bye" was the last thing you said to me. It has rung true.
Wise Man says: "Take a dog off its leash and it will wander."
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once ago pieces of me lay underneath the sea thinking and crying things that was never done and never told to anyone on how much i truly cared for you sharing protecting loving you in every way every day I shine in every way when im with you I glitter like the stars when i kiss you I fly as high as a bird when we are one suddenly.. you left with no words.. pushed me so far away ignored me lied to me..denied me.. and worst of all.. made me realize that to you i was nothing.. the wounds have never healed they were just hidden go peek and see on how much the wound has infected every inch of that poor man's soul.  |
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--The Bridge-- The bridge of my life has been made sturdy now, it is not. Trials come and go and I suffered severely not it’s time to let go. In the bridge, I’ve waited long enough for my lover yet he didn’t come. The bridge is now old battered, withered, forsaken it’s time to go. And I am wasted all’s gone – I’m ready to meet the rushing water. 
"I'm tired of this pathetic life. I'm giving up.
As a life is thrown away, a new life starts...powerful, cold, and deadly..."
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-You're Poison When you sleep at night do you think of me? And all of the pain that you still cause me? Am I hiding it well enough? I know you don't like to see you're slowly ripping me apart and making my life misery. You're a poison Slowly killing me. There's a reason that this is ordinary. You slowly kill me every night preping me for the next day. You're a posion. And things ain't gonna stay this way. You never call. You always leave me hanging. I fell like sh*t while you're off with your friends bragging. You point out all of the things that I know I'm lacking and to you it's a joke but you're the only one that's laughing. You're a poison slowly killing me. Every morning, a new type of misery. Ask your friends, I just don't care No more of dealing with your treachery You're a poison now get the hell away from me. You're a poison. You're a poison. You're a poison. You're my poison. |