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Posted: Feb 14, 2004 - 02:56 AM
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Joined: Nov 22, 2003
Posts: 114
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This regicide is but a joy, the lapsing of two young boys, suicide along these lines.
Break the brittle bark,
Of the sky raped tree,
Clouds in same will kill your mother,
And I, with time, will be free.
This suicide is only but,
A joy at your feet,
Symbols dancing as eachother,
Fighting sorrow as patterns be.
And I will tear at the sun,
You will dream it to the sea,
Regicide,
I will rejoice,
For death is joy in which we swim.
Happiness is never closer,
To the coffin, than when you leave,
Sorrow is never further,
From the noose battling your neckline,
Than when you choose your seeds.
Patterns bend and patterns break,
Poets seeth and bleed,
The flower blooms,
But can't you see,
They die with reassurance of the dawn,
In frost of winter's eve.
You never held the mirror,
Closer to your fist,
He'd never dare to touch his reflection,
To a pulsing wrist,
The queen draws blood from her crown,
The king watches as we,
Tell me was her regicide,
Just the heart of what we breath?
Answers never crumble thicker,
Than when you strangle a crow,
Hearts never die as thin,
Than when you press your self-proclaimed,
Kingdom upon she,
So take this side as regicide,
And bend upon your knees.
Dirt will mud your linen thighs,
And kings' blood will stain your eyes.
For suicide is regicide, without dancing dreams. |
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Love Me Twice Today.
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Posted: Feb 16, 2004 - 02:36 AM
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Joined: Jan 27, 2004
Posts: 241
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| fuckin long i only read half cause i have a short attion span but i like it as far as i read to usally when i write poems i write about the same subject |
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Posted: Feb 16, 2004 - 02:59 AM
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Joined: Nov 22, 2003
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| haha, that's long? haha, but thanks for reading, and just curious... what same subject is that? |
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Posted: Feb 16, 2004 - 03:05 AM
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Peephole
Joined: Nov 22, 2003
Posts: 1545
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POST MORE JUBU, get off the Mosh pit, we need you here.
Good poem! |
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Get this dirty tripe out of my gril
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