Dark Poetry #3 |
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TwoSided Junior Member
since 2003-07-06
Posts 19 |
In a world of broken glass and shattered memories I lay still and bleed Till the pieces go back tougher My blood is the glue My body is the frame Let’s take the train To the horrible wonderland Of my mind Sweater then honey More worth then money It’s my pretty form Of vetail thinking That makes us wonder What the hell were making Out of our self’s And our planet Made of ****and timber Go and cry Tonight it mine Let’s dance In the street Let’s go kill Let’s call it Les mis I have a tattoo It’s of you On my thigh Moist and dry At the same time That’s not right Is it? A drowning beat To match A set Of dancing Bodiless feet I think It’s getting late I’ll scarp off my dinner plate Like a nail It’s impaled On some thing Clean and neat Maybe it’s in Those magical Dancing feet It’s the end Of the week It’s time For a drink Are a meet With the boss Let’s give Those dice A toss It’s covered in moss A powerful reminder That we’ve all got A timer It’s numb It’s bleeding From My thumb There’s a bum On the the corner Poor old Loner Do you feel? The need To Writher like An eel Across my body The skin It peals Like wall paper Cut up Those drapes And make a Map Shove it Into Your hat Let’s pretend Where in a den Lined with Spider webs And old Beds It’s there Behind My eyelids That face It’s Out of place To me It’s late Maybe It’s soon And now It’s Time To Say Ado Written By Da Muse (Nick name LaMuse) |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
That was nice and creative. Lots of wild things going on. Sounds like fun! hehe GIS a trickle of music from a well |
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