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Time Passes

 

Days run together. I was drunk

last night, the night before?

Last week? I can't remember

when I last ate,

it's been days, weeks, months

hours.

My throat is dry.

Time passes, I can tell by the light,

it is dark, then light again

and the world moves on a little.

Days go by, one by one then all together.

It's meaningless

and I don't really know who you are.

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Second sight never felt so great

A swarm of locust forms around in fate

Send me a thought

Through this endless stream

The dream

This can't be fake

It is what is and shouldn't seem

So real

Did they find the hidden one

The central locust

On the clouds beyond the lake

Pre-plan and hesitate

All the control machines in rust

Is there a Machine Messiah we can trust?

Don't let the spirit of truth disintegrate

To nothing more than digital dust

Regenerate

 

Long live the Resistance

+_+

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For something lost,

For something gained,

For something wild,

For something tamed.

 

For something sacred,

For something feared,

For something loved,

For something revered.

 

For something taken,

Too soon, too young,

For something remembered,

Mistakes, undone.

 

 

 

 

For my uncle Gary, who passed away on Saturday.

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I will eat when I eat.

Rest where I rest.

Play when I play.

Listen when I listen.

Speak where I speak.

Say what I say.

Love where I love.

Live while I live.

And so let me live.

Do not kill the beauty

That is life

With the pleasures of life itself.

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Second sight never felt so great

A swarm of locust forms around in fate

Send me a thought

Through this endless stream

The dream

This can't be fake

It is what is and shouldn't seem

So real

Did they find the hidden one

The central locust

On the clouds beyond the lake

Pre-plan and hesitate

All the control machines in rust

Is there a Machine Messiah we can trust?

Don't let the spirit of truth disintegrate

To nothing more than digital dust

Regenerate

 

Long live the Resistance

+_+

 

 

:awesome:+1

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my AS exams are being marked right now

I hope I have done very well

I need at least 90% in each module

If not I'll end up working in a brothel

And that would be very bad

Because I could end up with crabs

I really need good grades

4 A's will make me shout hip hip hooray!

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my AS exams are being marked right now

I hope I have done very well

I need at least 90% in each module

If not I'll end up working in a brothel

And that would be very bad

Because I could end up with crabs

I really need good grades

4 A's will make me shout hip hip hooray!

 

Here's hoping you didn't have an exam on poetry

'cos i'd grade your shit poem worse than a C

D for dunce? F for fail? Nah i'll go with a G

Gormless mother fucker, gormless poetry

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hmm i don't really know about these...just babble really... :$

 

first attemp

 

A warm scented touch

A tingling winters' rush

My hand in yours

clenching on to life

 

second attempt

 

Through his bloodshot eyes he sees

petals on the surface

nothing but death

though he is calm

and seems to be remorseful

he is empty and coldblooded

and his only fear is that they will find out her truth.

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Expectation

 

There is a gradual,

almost perceptual,

loss of the virtual

free intellectual.

 

An intuitive man

senses the discreet ban

on thoughts as they began

due to attention span.

 

I would rather not think

of the way we all shrink

from indelible ink

when we are on the brink.

 

Please do not run away

from the daunting decay

of freedom and survey

for all that is cliché.

 

*Down with plagiarizing! :D

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I keep having this dream

where I dangle from a strand

of purest pink silk

amidst blinding white light

and the silk never snaps

I hang by one ankle

and blood rushes to my head

I imagine I would die before I wake

but I never seem to get that far

just pirouette, and ponder

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Ode till ingen annan än du

 

You were right; I was wrong.

I wanted badly to belong.

I was easily charmed.

He left as you warned.

All I have now is a song.

 

I longed to be left alone.

Took long walks without my phone.

Shrank my circle down to none.

Avoided all things fun.

Not even sound could I condone.

 

In the silence you invaded.

Conquered, stormed, took and raided.

Now that you've got my attention,

Don't use misapprehension.

Am I to hope or be jaded?

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THE VOID

 

There is nothing in my heart

It is a meaningless void

Christopher has gone away

I wander like an android

No one will ever take his place

His memory is on my mind

I wish I could go back in time

But there's no way to rewind

There is no one like him

No one on the whole earth

I am lost without him

Nothing has any worth

I think of him constantly

Wonder what might have been

He was my Prince of Darkness

I was his Gothic queen

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One more poem hope you all will like it :

No one is ever born into Life alone.

Everyone has shared the bond of family, at least at birth, and for many people it is a bond that will follow them throughout life.

For many people it is the most important bond of all.

 

Interesting style. Do you have any more poems?

 

THE VOID

 

There is nothing in my heart

It is a meaningless void

Christopher has gone away

I wander like an android

No one will ever take his place

His memory is on my mind

I wish I could go back in time

But there's no way to rewind

There is no one like him

No one on the whole earth

I am lost without him

Nothing has any worth

I think of him constantly

Wonder what might have been

He was my Prince of Darkness

I was his Gothic queen

 

Nice poem. Makes me glad I've been over my last relationship for at least two months now, but it makes great material for poetry and songs, right? Nothing quite as inspiring than an anguishing lover. :happy:

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Sorry for the double post, but I was playing around with a villancete rhyme scheme. Ended up with this:

 

Guitarra

 

I await the touch

of those who can press

with a nice caress.

 

Up and down each string

tighten the tension.

Don't let it lessen.

You can make me sing.

 

Almost anything

I warmly express

if you give no less.

 

 

(yup, I love my guitar. :happy:)

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