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Post by Laura on Aug 6, 2006 17:44:29 GMT -6
A/N: woohoo first one to post a new poem since it reopened. No formatting again, if you didn't read my recently posted lyrics, I have been writing either messy or aggressive. This falls under messy Swallowing the Dazetrouble you're a mouth of trouble, swallow too much the saliva gathers at the edges of your silvery pine top lips like snow chapped mountains in the spring, the winter's too cold to see your bottom lashes are painted with more shades count each one separate the black from red from purple with blue and green shadowing the tints spastic, little burst of energy realize now I'm looking at you upside down. OH but the clock keeps on going around the carousel and slippery like margarine when melting too much sun, much like everyone we've ran out of fun ------- "nee" things to say. OH the clap was a quick slap no importance for the significance running around like they're made out of kites a dragon cape wrapped up in tape we've used the escape ------- route to get away. OH and I realize now I'm looking at you up side down.
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Post by Absinthe on Aug 6, 2006 19:32:59 GMT -6
I liked that. It was crazy and spastic and all over the place and I adored it.
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Post by thecrazybeautiful on Aug 7, 2006 7:22:56 GMT -6
"spastic, little burst of energy realize now I'm looking at you
upside down"
I love that, and the way it's put at the end.
This is gonna sound silly, but for some reason this seemed like one of those little rhyme-whatevers that you'd say while jump roping...
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