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today the world is beauty (Pimple) by nentwined today the world is beauty
and I am ugly
the world is glory and happy and proud
and I am weak and
utterly
insignificant.
and want to cry.
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Posted: July 2, 2004 10:05 AM PDT; Last modified: July 2, 2004 10:05 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.5454545 Overall Rank: 654 Comments:
Sounds like a baby infant. Blessed with eight.
You know, I think you nailed it.
Today, I feel like a baby infant.
Where's your mommy? Ask -=Dark_Angel=- if you can suckle on his overflowing poetry tit. He's such the mothering type.
Like how a murderous nut nurtures his dying victim while simultaneously cradling his knife in a cancerous and ignoble fashion? Yeah.. that sounds motherly.. if it's my mother and not him.
Cursed pirates and sea-clowns have struck again!
too many times the world is this way.
but as a poem, it is telling more than showinhg. and i am a dick, maybe. but that is that. a weak, insignificant teary-eyed one, whose dreams are so different than the waking world.
it's a slideshow under a microscope. it is exacting. if you have ever felt that way, you can identify. and that makes it strong.
Have you ever considered simplifying & compacting all this into something concrete and comprehensible instead of something vague and riddled? I think you've owned me. I am forever shamed. Damn you woman.
I understand what ur mood was ...we despair about our exsitence ..actully lost in the concept that is traceless without any clue ..at that moment the world is pretending of the beauty and glory has made us to think we are so weaker...then the whole world is
I wasn't really seeing any 'pretend' in the world. It was more an appreciation of nature's beauty than man's... and how I as a man (and more particularly as the man I am) couldn't hold a candle to the flame of a candle, or the simplest flower; and how even household names are nowhere near as long-lived as common grass. And things such as that. Perhaps.
You're such a fag.
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I suspect it may have to do with my sleep cycle and my caffeine cycle.