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[title] => Neophile
[time] => 2004-09-14 09:50:06
[hometext] => We're all unique. We just work so hard nobody ever notices. (Terrible, terrible free verse! Good, good therapy for my soul.)
[bodytext] => He opened his eyes For the first time And it was Beautiful Everything was shiny and brilliant (Coated with infinite tinges of honey) The air tasted like silver And the gold just never stopped pouring down Adventures broke out Across the kitchen floor Daddy was the eiffel tower (And the world's tallest trampoline) Mommy was the statue of liberty ---(except much, much softer and not so green)--- Little miss damsel, (Glittery and beautifully bonny with her shiny blue bonnet) was being attacked by Monsters But always, (always...) Mr. knight came galloping to the rescue (White as snow and glowing with--with--) The ones and twos exploded into war Strewing the paper with casualties Sevens, threes, thrown to the side As the equal signs watched on in worry While the plusses, multiplies and divides found themselves caught in the fray The alphabets lined up for roll call Then ran around in endless hide-and-seek The e's kept hiding, a consonant away From it's fellow vowels (And, just between u and i, 'e' kept hanging around i) The world felt like a giant box Tinker toys galore Tinkling toys and skittles spilling all across the floor And falling through the bottom Where the alphabets played a very funny kind of game "You're too old to be playing with toys." But he saw the boxes everywhere Walls and walls of boxes, stealing (and filling themselves a little beyond the brim) A little cube of the outside world (Even though the box he owned was filled with more boxes) But somehow the alphabets seemed sick of "hide-and-seek" "8-year olds don't spell Mommy with the 'my' " (Or that word that felt like h) "Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today;" (The more you do, the more you're through, the more it goes away!) And so he did. Yet Tomorrow kept running away from him And his neck was sore from all that 'looking ahead' Everyone said "Work now, play later!" (But the i's stopped liking the 'e's) And later was always late. "History repeats itself." Sort of like how Monday repeated itself and Tuesday followed suit Fridays featured free response and Wednesdays spelled essay S, a, t in SATurdays and sundays had no "Sun" Climbing trees fell into G's and play became PA And they were (he laughed) "Beautiful" Everything was gaudy and distant (Rusted with infinite pinges of pain) The air tasted like sulfur And the rain just never stopped pouring down-- He opened his eyes For the last time And "Life Sucked." [comments] => 4 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 68 [informant] => EternitysLyre [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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