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Array ( [sid] => 95881 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Fallen Pop Star [time] => 2005-05-26 19:46:15 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Schizophranic melodies whisper
sweet nothings past the ear and into the brain.
It's not sane, it's not sane, you mumble
a jumble of denial to yourself.
When all is not well you sing to yourself,
like there is and has never been anyone else.
It starts as words fall from your face,
like vomit it scatters all over the place,
until it finds form in the way and the shape
and the meaning gives it the reason to be.
It makes more sense now that it happily
carries a tune in a paper bag.
Verses flow like the blood in your veins,
it's not sane, it's not sane you sing to yourself
anyways, ignoring the critics with all their praise.
It comes so easy it make you dizzy
at the rate of the form with meaningless rhyme
you mange to keep in time all the time,
they stare in wonder, minds torn asunder,
at your operatic opus in a baritone thunder.
It's not sane, it's not sane, you wind down all the same.
In all your glory, you forget to breathe,
forgot the neccesary reprieve that keeps you alive.
On a padded stage you burn and rage,
until the inevitable future pulls air from your lungs.
You die. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 59 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
Fallen Pop Star

Contributed by CodyJ on Thursday, 26th May 2005 @ 07:46:15 PM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems



Schizophranic melodies whisper
sweet nothings past the ear and into the brain.
It's not sane, it's not sane, you mumble
a jumble of denial to yourself.
When all is not well you sing to yourself,
like there is and has never been anyone else.
It starts as words fall from your face,
like vomit it scatters all over the place,
until it finds form in the way and the shape
and the meaning gives it the reason to be.
It makes more sense now that it happily
carries a tune in a paper bag.
Verses flow like the blood in your veins,
it's not sane, it's not sane you sing to yourself
anyways, ignoring the critics with all their praise.
It comes so easy it make you dizzy
at the rate of the form with meaningless rhyme
you mange to keep in time all the time,
they stare in wonder, minds torn asunder,
at your operatic opus in a baritone thunder.
It's not sane, it's not sane, you wind down all the same.
In all your glory, you forget to breathe,
forgot the neccesary reprieve that keeps you alive.
On a padded stage you burn and rage,
until the inevitable future pulls air from your lungs.
You die.




Copyright © CodyJ ... [ 2005-05-26 19:46:15]
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Re: Fallen Pop Star (User Rating: 1 )
by bethers_is_my_baby on Thursday, 26th May 2005 @ 08:09:32 PM AEST
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nice :) good read:)


Re: Fallen Pop Star (User Rating: 1 )
by justme03 on Monday, 5th December 2005 @ 02:17:55 PM AEST
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Flippin sweet poem! I had to get my dictionary tho hehe .. learned a few new words today :D




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