i had planned to put up my best poem for my first post,lol,but then i realized....i don't have a best...so you're getting this one instead,and as always,improvement needed,tips valued  

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In a dark place there can be no savior.
How do you redeem a basket case?
Do you mix her ashes with black molasses
and drag her from her powdered tomb?
Surely an emotional straight jacket would suffice-
to keep me tied in knots for you.

If i swallow diamonds,will i become pure again?
What about goblets of molten gold?
i could coat my veins with sparkling guild;
Would that make me of value to you?
i could dye my hair fine platinum,
i could be your asylum Monroe.

The clock ticks away until cities are dust.
Then time stops ;reflects that Babylon was not so bad.
There is an hour for every state.
Which state is this,do you know?
This is the hour of thin sanity,
At twelve i will go crazy.

Feed me melted silver and powdered jewles.
Watch me lose my happiness,
but gain the cold ecstasy of a stone.
Is it really worth it,to be a gem for you?
i could sparkle if i wanted to,
but you would engrave me with steel wool.

is sane really sane,when you're only sane for someone else?

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Fere libenter homines id quod volunt credunt~Julius Caesar

"There is an alter ego which dwells within every soul." (C)alibaster 1999-2001

"Sleep those little slices of death, how I loathe them." Edgar Allan

[This message has been edited by Baroni (edited 10-27-2001).]