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Give me a rose and i'll set it on fire

It's shrivelling body forming a loveless pyre,

But give me an owl and you'll not see a scowl

And only our love soaring higher.

 

:happy:

 

:happy:

awww

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Torn between two who do not want me,

heart at unrest dark and lonely.

I look to stars to remove me,

begging please replace me,

for one you can decieve,

for skin that deserves to breath.

Edited by QueenOfNerds

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I caught you staring,

you know I did,

At the clothes I was wearing,

Yeah, I looked like a kid.

 

You came towards me,

Suddenly, the room was small,

You were all I could see,

My heart was being pounded like a squash ball.

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I caught you staring,

you know I did,

At the clothes I was wearing,

Yeah, I looked like a kid.

 

You came towards me,

Suddenly, the room was small,

You were all I could see,

My heart was being pounded like a squash ball.

 

I really like that one!

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You had my heart,

there in your palm,

You tore it apart,

You played me for fun.

 

You told me you loved me,

I believed you of course.

I followed you blindly,

You were my gravitational force.

 

So, you love more than one?

You could have just left.

Oh, Did I ruin your fun?

Time for you to deal with your theft.

 

I'll find you,

yes I will,

And I'll Bind you,

against your will.

 

I'll make you see,

What you were to me.

And then,

rip out your heart,

 

As you did to mine.

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Unaware that you are killing me,

your eyes still blue, soul still bright,

my fantasy won't let me be,

my life on hold, no will to fight.

I see signs in silent dark,

hear voices when there's no one there,

hear love in your every remark,

confirm my bias, say you care.

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Soft lips of emptyness,

my hands reach out for air.

fingers caress nothingness,

and don't run through your hair.

Warm skin touched with cold,

vacum hands of black,

our eyes don't meet, stop and hold,

no kisses down my back.

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The Construction Worker's Lament

 

Lord, I know I've been a schmuck,

I've lied and messed 'round with your head;

But if you'd listened when I said duck,

Then maybe you would not be dead.

 

R.I.P. Barry

Edited by Ritos Faar

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It drew it from the light,

The final image of a fallen dream,

Blurred and distorted from the anguish and fright,

It haunted the souless and demented.

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Stabbing straps,

Scribbled ink,

Caged birds,

Forced to speak.

 

Wistful looks,

The desk in front,

Scribbled page,

Not looking up.

 

Lashing rain,

All face-down.

Outside again,

School is done.

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To my phantom goodbye,

and to his friends goodnight.

I'm relesed with a sigh,

and have taken to flight.

I am more than you know,

you were never my friend,

so now I must go,

for you it's the end.

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shoes and socks,

little mice and clocks,

those little things,

like those plastic rings.

 

sunshine,

on a rainy day,

feelin' fine,

that's all i have to say

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amidst the chaos of tragedy

stood a man

with innumerable cuts

blood running down his face

an anomaly in the crowd

for his face was not decorated with anxiety

nor fear

nor confusion

but with a smile

happy to be alive

 

 

(true story)

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With a whoop and a cry, he dashed out to prance;

At the end of TIRO he shuffled ye dance.

The outro was goode, pulling faces of sexe,

Then he trashed his guitar - whatever nexte?

 

No prizes for guessing the subject, but you get a cookie if you can tell me the meter.

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With a whoop and a cry, he dashed out to prance;

At the end of TIRO he shuffled ye dance.

The outro was goode, pulling faces of sexe,

Then he trashed his guitar - whatever nexte?

 

No prizes for guessing the subject, but you get a cookie if you can tell me the meter.

 

It looks like Iambic Pentameter...

And it seems you've read a bit of Chaucer. :LOL:

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Say what you will, you're not setting me true,

when I've seen the things that are following you.

You tell me to stop, I'm already dead,

My feet have been taken and torn to a shred.

And ever the things I believed to be real,

things that were nothing, things I could feel.

covering corners in nothing I see,

and torchering me for not setting you free.

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I am not sure shoudl I start a new thread for poems and lyrics, but I guess this thread will do fine for now... I am a bit scared about starting a new thread. Haha, anyway. Here is a poem I wrote loong time ago...

 

I can wreak damage.

Just by pulling the right sticks.

The right people.

I can make such a great damage.

 

I can produce fear.

I can cause it,

And I can control it.

I can make it outrageous,

Hideous,

Breath-taking.

However you want it.

I can do it.

 

I can crush people down.

I can break their necks,

Without thinking about you.

I can burn cities just to make sure.

Nothing's for real.

 

I can be heel.

I guess I am that.

Unhealthy.

A heap of bones.

Patch of flesh.

All that pulp put together.

Just to make human what it is.

Only a human.

 

I hope you like it.

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disgruntled

befuddled

by the hypocrisy in my mind

it gnaws through the ropes

only to tie them back up again

only to apologize for the damage

then smirk sardonically

and shred them apart

I constrain myself

only to be free again

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The many dangers of astronomy,

have only just become known to me.

Don't go to dark woods with a guy off the net,

who posts on popastro but you've never met.

Lines the back of his car with black plastic bags,

knows nothing of stars and astronomy gags,

Thinks that M31 is a motorway,

when asked astro stuff can't think what to say.

A sociopath in a big black car,

who pointed at jupiter thinking it was a star.

So I warn all astronomers, beware!

before going to dark places know who's taking you there.

 

This actually happened to me and my boyfriend once,

I think we avoided murder!

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chisolm interrogation speculates her revival

despite the heliotrope pentacle

memory turned off due to symetry domes

ameliorate in flag driven garden tones

 

...well i try ><

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