on killer boredom butterfly (psychedelic) by nentwined
17 Dec 2002, 5:10 PM
Reminds me of my dear ol' blue butterfly ^___^
on with no words to write by nentwined
17 Dec 2002, 5:08 PM
Hm, only thing that makes me twitch is that 'can't'. I think it would have a better ring to it if spelled 'cannot' Otherwise, it's lovely ^_^!
replying on Music That Cannot Exist (Next Verse) by Fetylum
17 Dec 2002, 6:08 AM
I think we just completed the replies at the same time. It happens.
Thank you very much ^_^
Thank you very much ^_^
replying on I Can Write A Wrong, But I Can't Right A Poem by horus8
17 Dec 2002, 2:23 AM
Your lucky I'm not male then ^___^
replying on Music That Cannot Exist (Next Verse) by Fetylum
17 Dec 2002, 2:10 AM
as he shall appear in every end.
on Am I Still Here? by Ranger
17 Dec 2002, 1:57 AM
Very beautiful indeed. I love your form of poetry.
replying on Music That Cannot Exist (Next Verse) by Fetylum
17 Dec 2002, 1:54 AM
*points down to her earlier reply to you comment*
replying on Music That Cannot Exist (Next Verse) by Fetylum
17 Dec 2002, 1:53 AM
That is part of the mystery behind the music that cannot exist. I will save that for when I complete writing about the music that cannot exist..
But why they are blue? Well, blue seems to be a well known color for sorrow, worries and pain. When the music starts, the butterflies symbolizing pain all that of which the person holds, is, to bluntly, smashed.
But why they are blue? Well, blue seems to be a well known color for sorrow, worries and pain. When the music starts, the butterflies symbolizing pain all that of which the person holds, is, to bluntly, smashed.
replying on Music That Cannot Exist by Fetylum
17 Dec 2002, 1:42 AM
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm...
Nope. But, I wonder how it would be for someone on acid to read it? X.x
Nope. But, I wonder how it would be for someone on acid to read it? X.x
replying on Music That Cannot Exist (Next Verse) by Fetylum
17 Dec 2002, 1:37 AM
The blue butterflies are a simble of when the Musc That Cannot Exist, begins.
on I Can Write A Wrong, But I Can't Right A Poem by horus8
17 Dec 2002, 1:18 AM
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L O L
And I thought I was bad... Good use of really bad creativity, I give it..a TEN! Just because you made me laugh...
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L O L
And I thought I was bad... Good use of really bad creativity, I give it..a TEN! Just because you made me laugh...
replying on Music That Cannot Exist by Fetylum
16 Dec 2002, 5:52 PM
If anyone did press Alt-F4, I would probably die. Keep in mind that while the music that cannot exist is playing, the quotations and such are some of the problems..worries..cares..and random things that is thrown from ones mind while the music is playing. Oyoy.
replying on Music That Cannot Exist by Fetylum
16 Dec 2002, 5:50 PM
Goodness...I knew that sounded off. I wrote this at the height of my insomnia, so do please forgive that horridly upstate error.
replying on Music That Cannot Exist by Fetylum
16 Dec 2002, 10:46 AM
The music that cannot exist, is exactly how it sounds. You know those songs that you just -have- to dance to. You can't totally control yourself? The music that cannot exist, it overtakes you entirely in some form or another, (I plan writing many different version of the song/poem). In this poem, I am in the drivers seat, two others -two other sets of eyes-, also in the car. As the music that cannot exist plays, it totally engulfs us, flashing away all our cares and worries. Quotes like, "You can't because you don't," refers to the things in life..you just wouldn't do. But with the music, all that falls away.
We pretty much, drive chaotically about, through meadows, streets, sidewalks, etcetera.. 'press X' -twenty points will give you 50 years- (Twisted Metal thing..You run people over and get points -_-) Well, sooner or later, we crash. But the music doesn't stop. The cops come and so forth. He takes us out of the car, and we are more or less stunned and confused, blank really. He puts us into his car, starts the car and turns on the radio. The music that cannot exist starts again.. And the process starts all over again.
So that about explains some of it...
We pretty much, drive chaotically about, through meadows, streets, sidewalks, etcetera.. 'press X' -twenty points will give you 50 years- (Twisted Metal thing..You run people over and get points -_-) Well, sooner or later, we crash. But the music doesn't stop. The cops come and so forth. He takes us out of the car, and we are more or less stunned and confused, blank really. He puts us into his car, starts the car and turns on the radio. The music that cannot exist starts again.. And the process starts all over again.
So that about explains some of it...
Great...now this is stuck in my head XP