Post by Laura on Apr 16, 2006 18:11:38 GMT -6
a/n: some small works ... I'm wondering if they should be expanded, reworked ... let me know comments always appreciated
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and there are stares so dark it singes the crust of my soul,
the devil dancing on its hooves, just scratching his teeth on records,
unbubbled music causing a stir,
he's dead and blank, not one to care.
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Windy Days are Good for Trees
today I'm feeling better,
with the wind rustling through my leaves,
and the ground worshipping at my feet.
Unlike yesterday,
when the sun was hiding behind faulty clouds,
and my branches were left alone and not reaching out ...
today I feel better,
with my arms out stretched and whistling a tune.
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Wrath
and she was medusa,
wrapped in snake skin,
breathing in the thick air,
spitting out her words,
what a rapid spitfire,
but how much she freezes,
it burns,
and her wrath is still known,
to all those brave enough,
to try and disown her.
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Death of Man
tumbling down a steep path,
too soon forgotten by a dreadless man,
he twirls and hurls into a stumble,
needless arrogance brings him to fall,
and no one else around can save him,
let us carry his weight and all,
hound him until we get an answer,
tonight we bury a man.
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Untitled (really unfinished, is it worth trying to make this into something?)
I am a thrill
drip drop tip toe
hovering overhead
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and there are stares so dark it singes the crust of my soul,
the devil dancing on its hooves, just scratching his teeth on records,
unbubbled music causing a stir,
he's dead and blank, not one to care.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Windy Days are Good for Trees
today I'm feeling better,
with the wind rustling through my leaves,
and the ground worshipping at my feet.
Unlike yesterday,
when the sun was hiding behind faulty clouds,
and my branches were left alone and not reaching out ...
today I feel better,
with my arms out stretched and whistling a tune.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Wrath
and she was medusa,
wrapped in snake skin,
breathing in the thick air,
spitting out her words,
what a rapid spitfire,
but how much she freezes,
it burns,
and her wrath is still known,
to all those brave enough,
to try and disown her.
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Death of Man
tumbling down a steep path,
too soon forgotten by a dreadless man,
he twirls and hurls into a stumble,
needless arrogance brings him to fall,
and no one else around can save him,
let us carry his weight and all,
hound him until we get an answer,
tonight we bury a man.
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Untitled (really unfinished, is it worth trying to make this into something?)
I am a thrill
drip drop tip toe
hovering overhead