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Array ( [sid] => 127440 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Absolutely a Piece of Garbage [time] => 2006-10-26 17:01:05 [hometext] => [bodytext] => who isn’t scared of ghosts
when they appear from nowhere
out of the dark

who hasn’t felt sorry
for the homeless man asleep
cold, in a crumpled box, in the park

when is tomorrow
if the humbled sun
never produces its sanctified spark

where is the sense
in creating a presence
inviting the fire which dances
into an aching heart



at this point it would be wise to either finish this garbage or start


it’s a sorrowful way to part
leaving hands
unfinished thoughts
unsaid prayers
open eyes
one last stare
you two make such a lovely pair
peachy smell
emanating from her peachy hair
radiating my contagious despair
the awkwardness cut the thin sliced air
and suddenly,
I was left iced
standing there
watching nothing
strange people talking
(about nothing)
important to themselves
(and only to those unimportant themselves)
hats hung on books aligned in alphabetical order on their shelves
I am in the perfect hell
(everything is perfect)
how could you tell?
the smile on my face is crooked
things out of my mouth are stupid
the vibrating robots entertain cupid
a witch’s curse
turned and reversed
so we won’t have to go through this!

it looped too soon
now only half remains of the crescent moon
hypnotic tunes
delude the mood
into acting
obscene and rude
(save for the positive attitude)
the scenery is ruined
retrieving left-over food
more trouble ensued
when tensions brewed
punches left a hard bruise
blacks and reddish-blues
no new news
dizzy and confused
guess I loose
everyone is screwed

see me in a few days
after I have calmed and renewed

_______________
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Absolutely a Piece of Garbage

Contributed by Mangos on Thursday, 26th October 2006 @ 05:01:05 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



who isn’t scared of ghosts
when they appear from nowhere
out of the dark

who hasn’t felt sorry
for the homeless man asleep
cold, in a crumpled box, in the park

when is tomorrow
if the humbled sun
never produces its sanctified spark

where is the sense
in creating a presence
inviting the fire which dances
into an aching heart



at this point it would be wise to either finish this garbage or start


it’s a sorrowful way to part
leaving hands
unfinished thoughts
unsaid prayers
open eyes
one last stare
you two make such a lovely pair
peachy smell
emanating from her peachy hair
radiating my contagious despair
the awkwardness cut the thin sliced air
and suddenly,
I was left iced
standing there
watching nothing
strange people talking
(about nothing)
important to themselves
(and only to those unimportant themselves)
hats hung on books aligned in alphabetical order on their shelves
I am in the perfect hell
(everything is perfect)
how could you tell?
the smile on my face is crooked
things out of my mouth are stupid
the vibrating robots entertain cupid
a witch’s curse
turned and reversed
so we won’t have to go through this!

it looped too soon
now only half remains of the crescent moon
hypnotic tunes
delude the mood
into acting
obscene and rude
(save for the positive attitude)
the scenery is ruined
retrieving left-over food
more trouble ensued
when tensions brewed
punches left a hard bruise
blacks and reddish-blues
no new news
dizzy and confused
guess I loose
everyone is screwed

see me in a few days
after I have calmed and renewed

_______________
_________________________




Copyright © Mangos ... [ 2006-10-26 17:01:05]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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