Saturday, January 07, 2006

Extraterrestrial
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poem submitted and created by mel!was bored in class,,and kinda sad,thinking about past memories,so this is the poem i wrote!!wasted one foolscap paper though..-.-.

Through catapults and swords,daggers drawn,
Caution aware!My stab through my heart.Forlorn.
So long,for I find no meaning,the scissors with the thread.
One snip,clear cut,the game's getting dangerous,
Somehow,it gets so silent in such a chaotic atmosphere.

The clock ticked once too many,wasted too hurriedly,
Shallow the contents,just like a wholeless hole,depth beneath it all.
Those sounds beat above all else,contradicting,however deafening.
Destroyal of all worlds in the soul,various dimensions covered,so widely.
The space surrounding it all stiffens,skin gets outburst,
Enthralled by the minute liability of all responsibilities.

Bedazzled,jewels with fire not yet warmed up,grave,
Lava comes pouring out just like spilt milk,
Unforgettable,its cravings are so misunderstoodm
its sparks stolen,splattering everywhere,so definingly fiery.
No existence of being extinguished,guzzling out,
Oozling just like from a non-healing wound,
The end so unpredictable,pesticides come spraying onto,
Smudging those stains of dirt,uncleansed loots.

The stereo in the standstill silence,get way too dead,
The cold sounds of indignance rewind and play,forward never yet.
Pride and prejudice soon takes over,while the spine-tingling cold uncovers,
Blowing in the adjacent direction,towards her forest of ego,
Bright red spangles,wrinkling the clueless splotches,
Filling the discos of shuddering darkness,
Deceased in a sheltered room,fantasized too often,
One snip,and it all falls apart.

8:50 AM

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- Superficial.
- Ode to a sad christmas.
- The Mutilation.
- hypocrisy.
- boreddee
- RENOVATED!
- WHEN IM SIXTY-FOUR
- SONG OF A GERMAN MOTHER
- BELL-BIRDS
- THE BAND


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