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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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"I smell gasoline." I'll leave that much. NEED A MATCH? |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
I smell gasoline in your breath Ah, I smell gasoline in your breath let me run to get the match to make you burn to warm my bath I smell gasoline in your breath Ah, I smell gasoline in your breath Let me fetch the post-it pad so you could whisper your thought of goliath I smell gasoline in your breath Ah, I smell gasoline in your breath How wonderful to wait for the time when you finally got refined before your death.  Have a wonderful Sunday, dear lady SB. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Gas? I can't afford to drink gas. Nice try, though.  |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
My dear lady SB, it is not "you." It is a woman's wish.  |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
I smell gasoline; dad’s been washing the dog agin. It’s better I suppose than when he was wearin’ Vaseline and draggin’ his butt in the sand, seems to me the old boy’s gotten outta hand and maybe we should think a bit of teachin’ him to heel and stand, sometimes he does the weirdest things I ever seen… …what? …no…not the dog, it’s dad I mean. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I smell gasoline I can't afford to buy it My car runs on fumes! |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again |
i smell gasoline that can't be seen. the chilling night, the silence screams foundation's cracked i'm on my back soon this house will be a passing dream a nightmare come to life smothered in gasoline the innocent dreams born in this place will give way to a lasting scene of ash and soot and smoldering wood broken bottles... nothing good. shattered dreams will only gleam in a cleansing fire and gasoline. the pills may dull my senses but i still smell gasoline. i can barely move a muscle except with twitch and spastic squeeze. there's no comfort left in this place there's a hole in my heart, an empty space i've got no hope left, my soul is bereft and the tears i cry, no matter how fast they stream will be no match for this gasoline. i smell the smell of gasoline the smell of abuse and dash-ed dreams i taste coppery blood and twentysome Xanax i choke on the fear of what the next step of my plan is. i roll over in a childish way in the childhood house i've grown to hate sprawled in a puddle of gasoline i struggle to move; i writhe. i teem. i smell sickly sweet blood. i smell gasoline. my shaking hands holding a match's sheen. not one more child will suffer in this house. not one more child, not one more spouse. the matches fall, and the last i'll see are the fiery tears of gasoline. The soul is oftentimes a battlefield where reason and judgement wage war on passion and appetite. |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
"I smell gasoline" M'lady Blaze what can this mean ? How dare machines befoul thy lair 'tis blasphemy oh most obscene, I send you clean, pure mountain air. Though true that I smell gasoline, oh Ms. Serene woulds't gladly so for honor I shall intervene as dids't another life ago. Though oil were more in use that age for those engaged in sorcery most things as this have been presaged and thus for pun and poetry Must I relate I'm of the mind as you, m'dear, it's most refined. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
 *shaking my head* Doc, this is one of those threads where I manage to haunt myself. ty lovies, all of you.  |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again |
Thanks for the reply and for the challenge. That's the first thing I've written in ages. I have poems in my head that just don't rhyme or come out as rambling prose. So I appreciate a challenge that gets me moving. The soul is oftentimes a battlefield where reason and judgement wage war on passion and appetite. |
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