Array ( [sid] => 181927 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Be Sure to Screen [time] => 2015-10-07 01:45:50 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The stench of insecurity is intoxicating for the vicious soul
But what is vicious - the want to grow?

Go and be gone, but learn from your shame
Do not bother to button your blame ….on the world

Fixtures and figures will stand all the same
We must face the orchestra, the shrill un-taming pain

To kiss the castle of tomorrow’s destiny. We will stand on the graves of our own.
Build and build upon rocks and riches, untoward and penitent.

Balance the valance between fear and love, your wake will kill you, but your sleep is suffocating.

Searing silence with the relentless pull of pixies, the playful demons of our inner toll.
Small, short, and staggered. Your tears…nourishment you cannot afford to lose.

Tic tic tic

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Be Sure to Screen
Date: Wednesday, 7th October 2015 @ 01:45:50 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: odessa19

The stench of insecurity is intoxicating for the vicious soul
But what is vicious - the want to grow?

Go and be gone, but learn from your shame
Do not bother to button your blame ….on the world

Fixtures and figures will stand all the same
We must face the orchestra, the shrill un-taming pain

To kiss the castle of tomorrow’s destiny. We will stand on the graves of our own.
Build and build upon rocks and riches, untoward and penitent.

Balance the valance between fear and love, your wake will kill you, but your sleep is suffocating.

Searing silence with the relentless pull of pixies, the playful demons of our inner toll.
Small, short, and staggered. Your tears…nourishment you cannot afford to lose.

Tic tic tic

Tacking on a second to each little surprise. The beast is in your eyes.

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