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Taking from an empty hand, leaving me a broken sham.
Left out of the fun again, sitting in the frying pan,
but I don't wanna make a stand.

I wish they didn't need me,
but I guess it's just the words that I wanna hear.
I know they never knew me well, I guess the motives were never clear.

Drinking from an empty glass, time don't seem to ever pass.
Dead like the drying grass, in my brain thoughts harrass,
nothing more then plexigless.

My existence is left for worse,
finding what I need, becoming just a weed, knowing I can bleed,
knowing you can try, this weed will never die.

Growing anywhere I can, parasitic final plan.
If I touch it I will damn, photosynthetic sense for man.

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Weed

Contributed by fawkingmeower on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 01:00:45 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

Taking from an empty hand, leaving me a broken sham.
Left out of the fun again, sitting in the frying pan,
but I don't wanna make a stand.

I wish they didn't need me,
but I guess it's just the words that I wanna hear.
I know they never knew me well, I guess the motives were never clear.

Drinking from an empty glass, time don't seem to ever pass.
Dead like the drying grass, in my brain thoughts harrass,
nothing more then plexigless.

My existence is left for worse,
finding what I need, becoming just a weed, knowing I can bleed,
knowing you can try, this weed will never die.

Growing anywhere I can, parasitic final plan.
If I touch it I will damn, photosynthetic sense for man.

Copyright © fawkingmeower ... [ 2004-02-13 13:00:45]
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Re: Weed (User Rating: 1 )
by harmoni on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 01:26:09 PM AEST
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GREAT POEM

Re: Weed (User Rating: 1 )
by FawkingMeower on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 03:00:35 PM AEST
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Thank you Harm.

Re: Weed (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Saturday, 14th February 2004 @ 01:57:15 AM AEST
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this was good and I loved the images portrayed through out. I found the last line confusing though.

Bobo (Joel)

Re: Weed (User Rating: 1 )
by Avis_Nigra on Sunday, 15th February 2004 @ 05:44:47 PM AEST
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Ok... something new for me, interesting, appalling yet intriguing, other than Bobo I especially get along with the last two lines while the rest will have me thinking some more time..but that is what good poetry does...

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