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Array ( [sid] => 98388 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Touch and Go [time] => 2005-06-17 14:16:23 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I don’t care if it’s wrong
It makes perfect sense to me
This isn’t a perfect theory
More like
A personal philosophy
Where the imagined
Becomes real
And the real
Ceases to be
The dislodged nest
Falls firmly out of destiny’s tree

I don’t care if it’s a lie
I might tell it anyway
I might indulge in a diatribe
A tirade of sorts
Meant to degrade
Chosen carefully
Word for word
Intended to insult
Without remorse
The delinquent result
The provocation process was lost
And never heard
From again
Like in the past
Like a bad friend

I am at wits end
With this, touch and go
Acting yet, I can’t pretend
I hope at least
I can make a dent
A small impact
Perhaps even,
If the rusted metal
Slightly bends
If my actions
Are remembered,
Sentimental
As concurrently relevant
Then it is my soul
That shall transcend
The threshold
That separates
The angles from mortal men

And if that happens
I would rather die
Then see you live
I would rather throw up my hands
And never forgive
Never forget
The day they fell
Never a memory
That ever held so still
Always a nearby cemetery
Always a vacant plot to fill
Sometimes the killer
Hunts just for the thrill



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Touch and Go

Contributed by jyssvw22 on Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 02:16:23 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



I don’t care if it’s wrong
It makes perfect sense to me
This isn’t a perfect theory
More like
A personal philosophy
Where the imagined
Becomes real
And the real
Ceases to be
The dislodged nest
Falls firmly out of destiny’s tree

I don’t care if it’s a lie
I might tell it anyway
I might indulge in a diatribe
A tirade of sorts
Meant to degrade
Chosen carefully
Word for word
Intended to insult
Without remorse
The delinquent result
The provocation process was lost
And never heard
From again
Like in the past
Like a bad friend

I am at wits end
With this, touch and go
Acting yet, I can’t pretend
I hope at least
I can make a dent
A small impact
Perhaps even,
If the rusted metal
Slightly bends
If my actions
Are remembered,
Sentimental
As concurrently relevant
Then it is my soul
That shall transcend
The threshold
That separates
The angles from mortal men

And if that happens
I would rather die
Then see you live
I would rather throw up my hands
And never forgive
Never forget
The day they fell
Never a memory
That ever held so still
Always a nearby cemetery
Always a vacant plot to fill
Sometimes the killer
Hunts just for the thrill



_____________
_______




Copyright © jyssvw22 ... [ 2005-06-17 14:16:23]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Touch and Go (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 02:25:33 PM AEST
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You really poured your soul into this one jyss...WOW. Good write.
Scorp.


Re: Touch and Go (User Rating: 1 )
by xXcrossedXx on Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 03:03:19 PM AEST
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I agree with scorp your soul speaks in this. Wonderful write! Excellent.

--amanda--


Re: Touch and Go (User Rating: 1 )
by Man_On_High on Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 09:39:22 PM AEST
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brutal honesty..
this thing jus' blew me away..
I mean.. what can I say that won't last forever..

It's summed up in the first.. and last two lines:

"I don’t care if it’s wrong"

"Sometimes the killer
Hunts just for the thrill"




A most devoted fan..
B







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