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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
There's water And It's dripping wet And I'm soaked Burnt peach color of the surface Wraps and snakes upward In a pupil overlay Round and solid Humility with no honor Truest shame Can almost hear a thump, Or a slapping sound See a warm somewhat bright light I'm still wet Water is still soaking me My skin is everywhere Its all over I can feel it But pass it off How bizzare? See the dark shadowed corner Profanity The spirit And me still soaking wet And water keeps falling Hitting me and breaking My guitar's name is Jennifer. |
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silhouetted Senior Member
since 2004-01-30
Posts 537New Zealand |
LOVED IT! what an awesome poem! that was effing amazing and oh my, the opening stanza sounded incubus like again... woah, maybe its only cause i noticed it once and now im noticing it all the time now.. but my its freaking me out. aah laura you're the only one keeping me alive |
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darkness_witch Senior Member
since 2003-12-03
Posts 516Underneath |
yeah laura i agree with ya, ever since you said that all his poems are sounding like Incubus. yeah wicked poem dude, loved it hehe made me smile. love and empathy sophie merry chirstmas yeah? nirvana means freedom from pain, suffering and the external world. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Well thank you. Do I sound like anyone else too? Just wondering... You're gonna love this... ...guess where I got my inspiration. ...In the shower! lol. And Yeah, Merry Christ-mass. =GIS My guitar's name is Jennifer. |
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