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[aid] => mick
[title] => License Not Required
[time] => 2004-03-24 16:09:51
[hometext] => Sorry this poem is a little LONG but i didnt know how else i could get my point across. Society is a huge wasteland of bad ideas and society is one big mass of problems. Our morals are off. Please enjoy and please comment. I love feedback.
[bodytext] => Absence of mind, soul and body Lack of self-control Balcony view of the fall beneath you Back track and give back every heart you stole. Collaborate in a scheme of bad ideas Hear the music from another room Disposable hunger and loss of vision A long distance relationship full of doom. Energetic fingers type out a love song Bringing the audience to its knees Freakish occurrences with belated apologies You can’t see the forest because of the trees. Gullible daughters and a will to live Bleeding in battle means you’ve already won Humorous lines with fading glory We fight the wars but lose our sons. Inhibitions lost and never uncovered Deadly plagues invade our town Justified forces of an alien mob Venture into your own world of lost and found. Kindness and security give way to stupidity Fondling yourself because it passes time Lacerations of the back and neck Touching yourself has become a crime. Molestation gives way to personal pleasures Ripping apart at the seams Neglecting your need for relaxation Haunted by all your dreams. Original sin and stipulation Fielding questions from the news Penetration seems almost perfect Setting yourself up to lose. Quote a celebrity’s asinine opinion With a certain shade of green Resilience worn like a drenched puppy Cover your face because you don’t want to be seen. Sexuality chased with alcohol Like a chewable animal vitamin Temptation of salvation And starting a fight again. Understanding in an accident Drown in a pool of your blood Violent burden unaware Of exactly where you stood. Willing to change your future By talking to a star X-ray vision erases everything Drowning your symptoms at the bar. Yesterday it ended and today it began Again you fell into the abyss Zodiac-type pinstripe perspective But that is something you will never miss. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 13 [informant] => strange_lindsey [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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