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Post by Mauser on Jul 9, 2006 20:20:46 GMT -5
This thread got archived, so I brought it back.
Post random poems here, ones that don't really convey any specific emotion, they just kind of are...
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Post by Mauser on Jul 9, 2006 20:23:12 GMT -5
I walk down the street on the fourth of july the sky's alive with the fire of pie
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
the car is parked next to a bike with no windows left from what happened last
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
There was a man a man named Don he used to try and con all those he knew but now he's gone gone to hell
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
this place is cold cold and poinltess I hate it all but it's still done the way it always was
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
the walls fall in at an old old house along with the chimney that old brick chimney
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
The lake is dark dark and empty just like the soul of the man down the river he's dead to the world but not to himself cause you can never be dead to yourself
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
i had a handle on life untill it broke beyond repair
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
hardwork pays off in the future but right now's not the future
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
the jackels laugh at the king's jester now all that's left is his hat and bell
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
I stopped to think but then i forgot to start again
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
procrastination has always done what it's never done because that's what it does
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
people take my advice because I don't use it
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
I'm never done because i never start all that's left after it's dark is nothing at all
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
the sky may be blue but my soul is black
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
there's a figure in the woods that has no name he's never been there because he never left
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
it's the shadow of a killer a killer that's dead he's been dead since he started started all that killing way back when
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
he stands there dead dead as a corpse because that's all he is a corpse
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
the sun runs from the moon or does the moon run from the sun? we don't know because we can't figure out who started running first
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
the sky is both dead and alive one in the same because it can't be one without the other
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
the world will end in fire or it will end in ice it doesn't make a difference because after it's done it's the same result
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
the air is cold but it's not damp because the storms not here yet but it's coming to finish what it started last year
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
a man walks down a railroad track his destination unknown to him but known to someone else instead
the world will end in fire or it will end in ice it doesn't make a difference because after it's done it's the same result
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
the air is cold but it's not damp because the storms not here yet but it's coming to finish what it started last year
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
behind an abandoned house a grave has been dug for a man who's not there yet......
the world will end in fire or it will end in ice it doesn't make a difference because after it's done it's the same result
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
the air is cold but it's not damp because the storms not here yet but it's coming to finish what it started last year
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
the sky's empty as he's buried but it was full when he died
the world will end in fire or it will end in ice it doesn't make a difference because after it's done it's the same result
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
the air is cold but it's not damp because the storms not here yet but it's coming to finish what it started last year
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
a baby's born in a hospital and the sky's full but it was empty before
the world will end in fire or it will end in ice it doesn't make a difference because after it's done it's the same result
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
the air is cold but it's not damp because the storms not here yet but it's coming to finish what it started last year
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
the road's crooked because it was made straight but not traveled enough now it's crooked like it was ment to be
irony's only here to make us queston why because sometimes we love it and sometimes we hate it when both times it's the same it's still irony just with a different hat each time
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
everyone's unique yet we're all the same so what makes it unique to be the same
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
a man played russian roulet with six bullets and a cheap revolver yet he lived because his partner was lucky
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
a hypocritical procrastinator in never wrong but never right either
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
today may be wrong tomorrow might be right but smile anyways because it's always going to get worse
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
anything is possible as long as it happens
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
a simple mind is easily amused and a brilliant mind is amused by all so what's the difference in being simple an brilliant
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
just because one was is wrong doesn't mean the other way is right
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know
they say it's always the quite ones who you should look out for but a gun is quite loud
we want to know where it's going to go from here when we're done but we don't know......yet
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Post by Ghostt on Jul 9, 2006 20:32:32 GMT -5
O.o It made me think. Like hard. Idk if it was because it was so random or because it made sense and I had to figure it out. Because it made sense in a way....i think...yeah, it did. in a random way .
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Post by Mauser on Jan 13, 2007 21:03:51 GMT -5
Um, this is more of a song than a poem. But anyway, here it is. It's also kind of a rough draft.
Here I go on another fucking head trip, And I feel like my mind is gonna rip.
I stuggle in my attempt to think clearly, But I fail as my thoughts warp within me.
BREAK
Twisting in me, Everything I see.
Becomes lost without time, Shattered in my mind.
No matter what I think, It all turns against me.
Burning serenity, Freezing empathy, Breeding apathy, Killing my sanity,
NO
All is lost within me, There's nothing clear left to see.
I'm forced to wait as my mind bleeds, Shattered thoughts flow through all I see.
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