Shuushin
on Runaway by Cairsten
10 Jan 2005, 7:21 PM
surprised u haven't gotten more play on this.
pare... pwede mo pang galingan ito.. nan 'dun yung emotions.. pangit lang talaga ang paglalantad mo.. 2
First verse, loved/magical things were expected, and then second and third were like I got shit on while pondering the beautiful imagine lain before.
Haven't I suggested on one of your earlier poems that you have frighteningly little going on in your life? Please, go wander down some unlit backalley on the bad side of town. I'll lend you my prize miniskirt.
The Negro's Plight: The Whemying
Lying here nude in a puddle of cack,
Besmear'd on my hindparts, and phlegmy,
Hidden from sight (for I'm terribly black),
I'm a Negro and I................. whemy.
My behavior, I tell you, is nothing so sinful:
Children do it - and even Steve Buscemi
Is known to go in for an occassional chin-full
Of the feeling we call......... "the whemy".
Driven from within, while its virtues I extol
And you heathens and non-PhDs condemn me -
Oh God! It's happening! Quick! Grab the bowl!
It's....................................
We all tell ourselves that, but come on, the truth is written right in front of your face. Safety does not equal happy, much less love.
*Smiles, realizes who he is and that if anyone has no right to go into love speals, just sighs*
<3 Jason
Harsh on the thought required to so much as understand what the fuck your talking about. No Offense. Thought it was bad ass as far as Imagines, but I draw no real meaning out of this. -8- for now.
Now thats, exactly how how it feels to be drowning in busy!
<3 Jason
Good Idea, but...
A) if your using Home as Heaven
A1)Figure should be more *Insert You Diety here*
A2)Go over the whole there may or may not have been footsteps left in the beach behind, and I may or may not have asked whose they where.
In other words sound like those Damn Things outside of Rest Rooms.
Welcome back, though you never answered my question. Is this about Tolstoy's Crosacks? My Russian is rusty if ever lusty, and what is a Joan with a rack?
The images don't seem to be connected very well, but I liked the ending.
Forced rhyme helps drive it well.
<3 Jason
Damn, what I wouldn't give for a drunken down on his luck suicidal wino right now, a crayon, and some extra copies of this this to draw on the back of in case he has a couple of buddies :0
In other words, very moving
<3 Jason
Incidentally, the best existential question ever is: When the Lord finally lets fly that last great trump he's been whemying for 2000 million years, will we remain in possession of our ears long enough to hear it and fall to the ground under the force of its too-many-parted harmonies, or will we instantly be turned into souls, to be blown this way and that by the terrible and everlasting gusts of wind that follow?
You are so obviously white. -Failing Marks-
None of these lines are actually questions. I'd change the title. Or just insert questions marks more or less at random for a neat question-y effect. For example:
Relativity is Absolute? Absolute is Relative?
And Eternity is? beyond the livi?ng formative.
This one is not very different.
Using the word "ploethoera" is the quickest way to identify yourself as bum. That, and using poemranker.
Wow, looks like you got hit by the harsher side of the ranker.
can i get a vote ? Throw me a fuckin bone here.