There is a ache in my chest
which will not go away
right next to my heart
and there it will stay
He left in the morning
but don't you see
he left something behind
that thing was me
There is a ache in my chest
which will not go away
right next to my heart
and there it will stay
He left in the morning
but don't you see
he left something behind
that thing was me
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen
Have I missed the meaning of this?Originally Posted by Deathbycupcake
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Anyway, here is my submission:
Restore silence in a perfect world
Where perfect world may not work
Only speech is the fabric which unfurl
Millions of years of evolution lurk
Oh, what splendid differences you have!
How about a war?
Beyond the clouds, my mind wanders in the stars.
very amusing!Originally Posted by Deathbycupcake View Post
There was a little
boy who used to
stuff a pillow up
his shirt and tell
strangers on the street
he was pregnant until
a man took him by the hand
and left him outside an
abortion clinic so
he put the pillow on the doorstep and
two decades later had
fertility problems
with his wife.
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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So now I know it is meant to be very amusing.very amusing!
I still don't get it!
Sorry to sound silly, can anyone explain it in rough terms?
Is it a "cry wolf" scenario? or something else?
mazHur, can you explain?
Last edited by Silven; 09-07-2008 at 11:07 PM.
A little bit of this, A little bit of that!
the boy 'cried wolf' too long to excite lioness's interest!
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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Story Bodes
summer solstice
soothing poltice
after rains intruding, thoughtless
fall equinox
confused paradox
leaving a times-weathering flumox
Last edited by alakungfu; 10-12-2008 at 01:51 PM.
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Liver and Olives
be it so humble
my trident for a hackneyed
ultra-light slogan
a storey for the learned
and short among us
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
I was lost
before
I was found
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
quorum
the trickle-down effect
necessitates quantum
lief
Last edited by alakungfu; 11-08-2008 at 08:09 AM.
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Scream into the wind
release my sin
feel the rage
feed my blood
slip away and give in
to the sleeping one
starved and hungry
ready to feed
It feels so good
to take the backseat
and play awhile
in this other skin
that has no bounds
and laughs and grins
Taste the pain
upon another's lips
and let the reign
within the wild tempest
Let loose the chains
and fear not the shadow
but embrace
the chaotic power.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
torrential forecast
forming
precipitous storm clouds
en route
to ominous
clay
structural
establishment
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Shade of Regret
Surreptitious lapse the clouds at night,
A howl unearthly pervades the stillness;
A mournful spectre craves the light
And veers into the moon’s stray brilliance .
A touch of dolor wanes remiss
That springs from spent sweet labours,
Or wretched eloquent favours
Evincing fruit! Lo! Intriguing savours!
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
A rising tide
rages within
Journey to
tranqulity
while the storm
blows
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Loosely Speaking
gleaning lust
that waxing golden globe
of daylight
releasing into a
light and breezy
pattern
of mounting gossip
that edges
halfway into the workaday.
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
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