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  1. cake mix

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Imported Poems)
    until i've seen
    the northern
    lights i won't
    be satisfied
    living in my city

    until i've eaten
    fugu i won't be
    sated by sushi

    until the forests
    return i can't
    sunbathe on
    your deck
    without guilt

    when solar-powered
    cars are mass
    marketed
    i may, just may
    learn to drive

    when beggars
    say thank you
    instead of cursing
    food gifts ...
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  2. bored

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (A Ramble through Smilie Land)
    Going round in circles,
    Hitting head against the wall.
    Not much anything is doing
    And my dreams are all too tall.

    I would sit in my small corner
    Frown at the world go by
    But that’s all too much bother,
    When I can’t even be arsed to sigh.

    Drab melancholic boredom,
    Is when the colors all got lost.
    Id even contemplate suicide,
    If I thought it worth the cost.

    Oh the world is so boring ...

    Updated 08-20-2008 at 05:47 PM by Nightshade

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    Poems and word experiments
  3. instrumental

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Imported Poems)
    1/23/06. edit to topic: i kept her longer. couldn't let her go. don't know that i ever will...long enough to hear, not imagine, her heartbeats...what a miracle...and to find out that my dreams of a girl were correct. and to put my life on the line and (partly because of that) be less angry with him.

    i've also added a stanza and italicized one word that needed it.


    our months
    together/her
    tiny heartbeats
    fall from the scalpel
    as i ...
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  4. Send the Next Foe On

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Ramblings from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia)
    Send the Next Foe On

    I have walked that Razor’s Edge—
    Stared into the Face of Death—
    I have witnessed things best left unsaid—
    Stumbled to my feet again

    I have walked among Hell’s Flames—
    Heard the Nightmares shriek my name—
    I’ve ran out of people that I could blame—
    So I had to blame myself

    I have smelled the Smoke and felt the Dark—
    I’ve felt my Mind slowly begin to split apart—
    ...
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  5. The Raven: A Parody

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Ramblings from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia)
    The Raven: A Parody

    Once upon an afternoon so dreary, with my body weak and weary,
    The eyes all red and bleary with watching for the mail;
    Hoping that the post would bring me, something calculated to spring me
    From my doldrums and the things we endure from broken dreams—
    From the cold emptiness that echoes from the shades of broken dreams—
    All this I wished and more.

    I spoke aloud to the evening air each line I’d written with
    ...
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