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will i forget your name
if i tie up the curtains
will it still hurt the same

the nightmares remind the faces
your smile rewinds the days

bruised fingers throw the dice
sevens down the line
bruised feelings served on ice
hold it hold it hold it tight

too fit to flick
the clockwork sends peeping toms
hole in my heart
hole in my head
tell me true girl im not really dead

haunt me a little longer
how do you sleep at night
sedation sedation
ennui masturbation

ill be late to the party
save me a chair in the back
ill wear the mask
you sewed it over my eyes

ink wells spill black oil
wretched tears
the watercolor melancholy smears the draft

why?

white noise crying
exhaust from a corpse
brain dead abuser
sedation sedation
asphyxiation

run the gamut boy
run run run [comments] => 2 [counter] => 93 [topic] => 73 [informant] => TBates [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )

Tuesdays at the Museum (Memorial for a Mannequin)

Contributed by TBates on Wednesday, 7th December 2011 @ 10:21:26 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract

if i turn it to cold
will i forget your name
if i tie up the curtains
will it still hurt the same

the nightmares remind the faces
your smile rewinds the days

bruised fingers throw the dice
sevens down the line
bruised feelings served on ice
hold it hold it hold it tight

too fit to flick
the clockwork sends peeping toms
hole in my heart
hole in my head
tell me true girl im not really dead

haunt me a little longer
how do you sleep at night
sedation sedation
ennui masturbation

ill be late to the party
save me a chair in the back
ill wear the mask
you sewed it over my eyes

ink wells spill black oil
wretched tears
the watercolor melancholy smears the draft

why?

white noise crying
exhaust from a corpse
brain dead abuser
sedation sedation
asphyxiation

run the gamut boy
run run run

Copyright © TBates ... [ 2011-12-07 22:21:26]
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Re: Tuesdays at the Museum (Memorial for a Mannequin) (User Rating: 1 )
by Robert_Edgar_Burns on Wednesday, 7th December 2011 @ 10:56:11 PM AEST
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Abstract poetry defined is simply this:
Poetry that aims to use its sounds, textures, rhythms, and rhymes to convey an emotion, instead of relying on the meanings of words.
In this poem, you have certainly met your
objective! Enjoyed this!
Blessings,
Robert Edgar Burns

Re: Tuesdays at the Museum (Memorial for a Mannequin) (User Rating: 1 )
by ever1der on Friday, 16th December 2011 @ 09:09:00 PM AEST
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the lyrics as far as they go are modern ... I don't know much about music but I think there should be some repetition ( chorus ... bridge?) the word masturbation kills it for me but that's just me ...

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