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Like A NooseWe wear our scars just like a noose, we lay proud in our beds like six foot graves. The cuts lay deep like valleys of abuse, all our lives, we live like slaves to the idea that one day all this will end. From our births, we have been waiting, hoping that when it does we will transcend, and yet wasting time with useless hating. The days they pass, and come and go, We wait like clocks on ticking bombs, just waiting to explode, only looking for the crow. We breathe and think with sweaty palms, that this is all just too bad to be true that out there, something more is wLike A Noose
by ~DurdenSquared
The ProtectorI can't tell you how many times I saw that man walking through the yard in front of our house. Always wearing the same thing, or as far as I could tell. He always wore this really light brown skin coat, the color of a golden retriever. I'm not saying it was the skin of a golden retriever, but you get the idea. He always wore this hat. One of those hats from the old days, the ones you see in the movies from the 40s and 50s, when they still made movies just for the sake of making movies, not because this demographic or that demographic will go spend their $30 to go sit in a damned dark theater and watch an hour and a half of crap. Anyway, that'The Protector
by ~DurdenSquared
PictureI took a picture of the future, so come on over here and see. I'm hoping it lasts forever, sure, but forever doesn't belong to me. Some might ask if it is bleak, and if we humans are just so weak, Or if we've discovered some almighty truth, that I can show like a photo booth. Your predispositions I will not satisfy, and your assumptions have all gone awry. Ask me about the future not, for that is knowledge I haven't got. Sure, I took a picture so, but is a picture really knowledge, though? I will tell you now that it is not, and the future's wisdom has bPicture
by ~DurdenSquared
The Human MindI have traveled wide and far, across ocean and forest large, by plane and bike and boat and car, standing on the deck of the noisy barge. I've climbed rocky mountain faces, feet and hands gripping the holes, seen the sweaty, hard-fought races, and worn out my poor shoes' soles. I've seen diamonds cut from dirty earth, brought from the deepest, darkest pit, from amongst the grime and mirth, seen the miner wipe his brow, and spit.The Human Mind
I've talked to many a woman and man, I've played my share of sports and games, all these faces, these places, I scan, re
by ~DurdenSquared
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backwardComposing from my head but that's not where it started. Can't make fingerprints on liquid. All I taste is chemical. Looked at the clock and it was 444 am and I should have gone to sleep the night before. Edges of everything cut my fingers to ribbons and the blood in the corners of my eyes stings. Time stops at 444 am so I think about spinning in the dark and get my imagination dizzy. And just as it's gone back and now it's 443 and no it's 442 you realize you were only a dream your whole life and now it's 9 am the day before and the day before and the day before and you're a child hugging yourself to solid things and now you know what you didbackward
by ~AesirChar
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| I believe anything can be art. I live my life by song lyrics, and I could write a poem about anything. I love writing, and I will never stop. I hope to make a living by it someday but for now I'm in college and having some fun. I'm very friendly once you get to know me and I appreciate any constructive criticism on my stuff. Add me if you like. |
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- Current Residence: Milwaukee, WI
- Interests: Music, reading, writing, politics, etc.
- Favourite movie: Fight Club
- Favourite band or musician: The Shins
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative
- Favourite artist: Too many to pick one
- Favourite poet or writer: Kurt Vonnegut/Chuck Palahniuk
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- Favourite style of art: the good kind
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- Tools of the Trade: the mind
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"You can save yourself the trouble, Doctor. Everything reminds me of sex." -Joseph Heller
"I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different." - Kurt Vonnegut
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"You can save yourself the trouble, Doctor. Everything reminds me of sex." -Joseph Heller
"I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different." - Kurt Vonnegut
Nice poetry, by the way.
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"You can save yourself the trouble, Doctor. Everything reminds me of sex." -Joseph Heller
"I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different." - Kurt Vonnegut
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"Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there are only walls."
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"You can save yourself the trouble, Doctor. Everything reminds me of sex." -Joseph Heller
"I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different." - Kurt Vonnegut
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