lol... try as I might, I can't escape it...
DopeBeastie
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hey y'all
i ran off a while ago and found a little quite place on the internet to do poetry... just poetry... no interpersonal stuff... it was really nice... nice and quiet...
but, some loonies have invaded the place and now i'm getting all freaked out again... I'm so utterly sensitive to this shit, it's not even funny. i don't even watch TV, and well, Soap Operas are no longer my thannnnng
anywho...
here's a poem about it... hope someone gets something out of it...
let me know where it needs help, okay? thanks Rachel
Much to my dismay the poppies cock their heads about
Looking for the fray, the loose string hanging
from this garden coat I wear.
The flowers grow seed-beaks and snip
At padding for their underground
That, from which they, chirping, spray
"We think that we are love, today!"
Nevermind the morphine smile
The Lithium splashed to the tile
Knowing, as this coat I've made
From stolen throes and weeping sheep
Sheared, forever naked now with bow and grace
Pushes a sublime peace, able
A tangent's blade
To hand from sleeve
The poppies' heads are sickled, shrieking
Rounding to the death-kiss ground
i ran off a while ago and found a little quite place on the internet to do poetry... just poetry... no interpersonal stuff... it was really nice... nice and quiet...
but, some loonies have invaded the place and now i'm getting all freaked out again... I'm so utterly sensitive to this shit, it's not even funny. i don't even watch TV, and well, Soap Operas are no longer my thannnnng
anywho...
here's a poem about it... hope someone gets something out of it...
let me know where it needs help, okay? thanks Rachel
Much to my dismay the poppies cock their heads about
Looking for the fray, the loose string hanging
from this garden coat I wear.
The flowers grow seed-beaks and snip
At padding for their underground
That, from which they, chirping, spray
"We think that we are love, today!"
Nevermind the morphine smile
The Lithium splashed to the tile
Knowing, as this coat I've made
From stolen throes and weeping sheep
Sheared, forever naked now with bow and grace
Pushes a sublime peace, able
A tangent's blade
To hand from sleeve
The poppies' heads are sickled, shrieking
Rounding to the death-kiss ground
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gah...
Sorry 'bout the edit function getting trashed, too
I had help, yeah?
later, y'all
Rachel, darlin', I think your poetry has really evolved and become very beautiful! Not that anything previous was not, it's just that there is a somewhat peaceful air to it now. I've always dug and continue to dig!
Definately later, you!!!
this piece, of course is wondeful. but you dont need me to tell you that.
i've missed you, but too afraid to call. you'll blow my mind with another song if i do..
http://www.myspace.com/alotalotbetweenus
and did i mention.....
YAY!!!!
((((rachel))))
i've been writing, but not much lately
life's evened out a lot, so i'm mostly stuck with birds... or birds and bees...
my primary sources of wonder these days
anyway, yeah... call me any ole time
and hiya hiya Coleen!
Isn't it funny how the same things always drive you away, but the same things always draw you back...I'll see you in two months
welcome back sweetheart..
Jess
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Wonderful poem. I love how your voice radiates with the words. I don't respond much to the board (Work and Family keep me busy), but the board needs your words...
"Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me
So I can say this is the way I use to be" -- John Mayer