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mqouuiseetmqouuiseet Posts: 35
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
wrote two songs today
wrote them wrong anyway

nothing ever sticks
he makes me feel. inspired.

little demon
fiststabs of everypainjoything

always minus me..
i'm loving you anywhore
talk in dook

critically acclaimed
talk in the dark
make a mark
your choice or mine?

from beyond the grave....aren't we all?
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  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    this meshing of confusing/feuding thoughts/words really got to me.... thanks for sharing this.

    i'm not sure what it means, but it did make me feel something... i'm just not sure what...

    --Jessie
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • mqouuiseetmqouuiseet Posts: 35
    i don't know what the fuck it means either..but thanks for the feedback.

    ___________________________________________________

    don't need to make it so obvious
    trade in the shorthand
    let me devour the way it would come out naturally
    a natural disaster
    flex the tidal instinct a bit
    trust in the universe too much to let me go
    got the right people around...a matter of my own decision
    i know they could help the best they could..
    ultimately untimely they're all just mortal like me and poor prophets they would be to convict..or convince me otherwise

    better off to keep searching
    my big brain comes up with plans
    and now i don't know how to get out..
    just don't know about love..

    please help me some how angels...i need the strength to pull through
    unsatisfied with all my decisions..unsatisfied with myself..
    gone to cool off..
    disgustingly hot...not my kind of lovin.
    power nap ..wants to hit you so bad
    it hurts inside..poking holes in my so called unconditional love

    it's all my fault..always give give give
    please shower me angels..rain from your calm cloud of clarity..a filter of love keep me safe from my own negative black hole
    help me see
    the untouchable love i so greatly desire..unattainable is what it is
    these drugs keep me panic ridden
    two good songs at once..makes them bad..even two too confusing to tell them apart
    don't want to hear one..the other will be lost

    ready to sleep..fuck getting anywhere fast..savour the days..the minutes..even if they're painful..they're always painful..when you're aware of it all
    this night is only over to someone
    will it last longer on paper? who's to say..when you can't trust the sayer

    why don't they just want to give to be
    love totally and completely..no belittling things

    hesitated-...picked up her glasses, bent down to check her bag for coin..then ventured into the back..
    sitting in pot number 9...a disassociated point of view...
    maybe thinking of you..it's you
    perhaps the events are about to change..
    coin my name..phrase everything all up nice..
    make up some reasons i shouldn't just leave right now
  • FancyFacadeFancyFacade Posts: 330
    wow, the second one is like...awesome........
  • mqouuiseetmqouuiseet Posts: 35
    thanks
  • Ok2GoOk2Go Posts: 102
    please return to your seat and fasten your seatbelt.
    thank you
    "and then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong in the world all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right and no one had to get nailed to anything. Sadly, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever."

    Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
  • mqouuiseetmqouuiseet Posts: 35
    ?
  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    All nights last longer on paper, even if given a mere two words. Time is relative in this modern mind, the physical sensation an ever changing tide with the seethe swing of mood, health, and breathing. A word can be pondered for centuries while a given night is past and past and passed again. The running boardwalk that ages all.

    Does love endure beyond the ink? Fiction in typeset has sold millions, who's to say you can't trust the word? More people trust to fiction daily than hold the truth. And here, you've gone.

    It's a shame these bruises fade else I might have proof that you were here.
    As I patch the gashes in the kitchen wall, clean the blood off the carpet, replace the light bulbs in the hall and throw these torn and tattered clothes away, I'm left to ponder a world unclear. Where love's costs are so dear, and acceptance without fear so near.

    I, the battered bride.

    ready to sleep..fuck getting anywhere fast..savour the days..the minutes..even if they're painful..they're always painful..when you're aware of it all
    this night is only over to someone
    will it last longer on paper? who's to say..when you can't trust the sayer

    why don't they just want to give to be
    love totally and completely..no belittling things

    hesitated-...picked up her glasses, bent down to check her bag for coin..then ventured into the back..
    sitting in pot number 9...a disassociated point of view...
    maybe thinking of you..it's you
    perhaps the events are about to change..
    coin my name..phrase everything all up nice..
    make up some reasons i shouldn't just leave right now
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • mqouuiseetmqouuiseet Posts: 35
    thanks i loved that
    aghhh brains
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