Post by Absinthe on Nov 16, 2005 14:40:51 GMT -6
[glow=black,2,300] As some of you know from my post in the Lobby, I had a poem of mine plagerized by someone over at kiwibox. This is kind of an angry rant/poem I wrote in response to that action.
When I write, I place my heart and soul,
My thoughts and emotions on the page.
To read them is a privilege.
And yet you show disrespect
By stealing my words
[Turn them around a bit,
She won’t know the difference]
Well, guess what! I noticed!
And now, the mere thought of your name
Gags me to tears. Bile rises up my throat,
Burning an acid trail of disgust in its wake.
You claim to be an artist,
And yet you steal the prides of another.
Some artist you are!
[You don’t deserve the title]
Most just imitate their idols,
They pay homage to those they enjoy.
You take it one step further.
You flat out copy/paste my words,
Letting the world think them yours.
[Oh, dear. You’re caught now.]
Better try and make up infantile excuses.
“It was all just a misunderstanding.”
No sh*t, Sherlock.
When I posted a piece of myself,
You ‘misunderstood’ and
Thought it free for the taking.
[I should say,
I’m not easily forgiving]
As this beast within my chest
Rages to break free, to track your scent,
Rip you lyrically,
Poetically,
To shreds.
How fitting it would be
To find you in the lower pits
Of Dante’s journey through Hell.
Perhaps, you could replace Cassius
In the mouth of that fallen angel himself.
I’m sure Lucifer would enjoy
Setting all three sets of malicious, gleaming teeth
To work on gnawing and tearing at your flesh.
Judas, Cassius, and Brutus would thank you as
I would stand aside with Dante and Virgil our guide
And laugh at your misfortune, thinking silently:
[The “Key to My Heart” was
The key to your eternal d**nation]
How fitting.
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When I write, I place my heart and soul,
My thoughts and emotions on the page.
To read them is a privilege.
And yet you show disrespect
By stealing my words
[Turn them around a bit,
She won’t know the difference]
Well, guess what! I noticed!
And now, the mere thought of your name
Gags me to tears. Bile rises up my throat,
Burning an acid trail of disgust in its wake.
You claim to be an artist,
And yet you steal the prides of another.
Some artist you are!
[You don’t deserve the title]
Most just imitate their idols,
They pay homage to those they enjoy.
You take it one step further.
You flat out copy/paste my words,
Letting the world think them yours.
[Oh, dear. You’re caught now.]
Better try and make up infantile excuses.
“It was all just a misunderstanding.”
No sh*t, Sherlock.
When I posted a piece of myself,
You ‘misunderstood’ and
Thought it free for the taking.
[I should say,
I’m not easily forgiving]
As this beast within my chest
Rages to break free, to track your scent,
Rip you lyrically,
Poetically,
To shreds.
How fitting it would be
To find you in the lower pits
Of Dante’s journey through Hell.
Perhaps, you could replace Cassius
In the mouth of that fallen angel himself.
I’m sure Lucifer would enjoy
Setting all three sets of malicious, gleaming teeth
To work on gnawing and tearing at your flesh.
Judas, Cassius, and Brutus would thank you as
I would stand aside with Dante and Virgil our guide
And laugh at your misfortune, thinking silently:
[The “Key to My Heart” was
The key to your eternal d**nation]
How fitting.
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