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Haunted (Lyric) by Bachus
There was a room It was cold and removed At the end of a hall Where pictures hung true. And never 'nough light To make out a face Of children dressed up By brides in white lace. Dusty and old Turned the house with its age Like a book read too much Cracked spine shedding page. I still walk by quite often Call it heartache, or need I try remembering you, but... Without chipped paint, or weeds. Another Autumn's coming With its frost and clear skies Bringing winter upon me Like the day that you died.

Up the ladder: Worst Sex Ever
Down the ladder: Leaf on the wind

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.214286
Weighted score: 5.887714
Overall Rank: 1515
Posted: August 29, 2004 2:30 AM PDT; Last modified: August 29, 2004 2:30 AM PDT
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[10] SupremeDreamer @ 66.248.81.204 | 29-Aug-04/4:20 AM | Reply
Always raising the bar, indeed. If you ever failed me in that, I wouldn't drive constantly onwards for the next twilight horizon-- it wouldn't be as fun or freakish otherwise. The book stanza was the best I think.. reminds me of the condition of my photo album.
[10] INTRANSIT @ 152.163.252.165 | 29-Aug-04/5:17 AM | Reply
Do you think/feel it is somehow your duty to guide those who follow your work? Picked up O.B. o A. P.
Spot on, as usual.
[10] INTRANSIT @ 152.163.253.4 > INTRANSIT | 29-Aug-04/5:34 AM | Reply
I stuck with the water theme too long on that last one, didn't i.
[n/a] Bachus @ 24.130.62.63 > INTRANSIT | 30-Aug-04/10:53 AM | Reply
Is that code for RUN!!!...?
[10] INTRANSIT @ 205.188.116.146 > Bachus | 30-Aug-04/3:10 PM | Reply
No. It is a small and distant message
like a fortune strip on fire
quietly warning
step aside
there's a motion in motion
stack smoke filling sky
like blood from a pencil struck heart
smacking through keyboard gears
do not wait
motion waits not for waiting
it will get here
when it gets here
and follow here.
Just be wearing
something flammable.
[n/a] Bachus @ 24.130.62.63 > INTRANSIT | 30-Aug-04/9:33 PM | Reply
Fuck.
[9] Dovina @ 24.52.157.176 | 29-Aug-04/9:45 AM | Reply
"Like a book read too much" That's the way these memories are. Why can't we just let them lie?
[10] darylchew @ 202.156.2.130 | 30-Aug-04/10:24 AM | Reply
sad. 'I try remembering you, but...
Without chipped paint, or weeds.' explain this to me, will you?
[n/a] Bachus @ 24.130.62.63 > darylchew | 30-Aug-04/10:52 AM | Reply
The house is a metaphor for a person...
you know, getting older, overgrown? like a house would.
You've never seen an old overgrown yard with a house somewhere in it?
[10] darylchew @ 202.156.2.130 > Bachus | 30-Aug-04/10:57 AM | Reply
...i think its clearer now. marvellous work. winter and death really matches.
[10] darylchew @ 202.156.2.130 | 30-Aug-04/11:29 AM | Reply
have i mentioned, I LOVE THIS POEM.
[n/a] Bachus @ 24.130.62.63 > darylchew | 30-Aug-04/12:30 PM | Reply
I could tell by your latest poem, thanks.
[0] deleted user @ 64.12.117.6 > Bachus | 15-Sep-04/2:16 PM | Reply
Did you eat the paint chips?
[0] deleted user @ 172.145.75.64 | 17-Sep-04/6:36 PM | Reply
Lame x shit = trash.
[0] klosterfobik @ 205.188.116.140 | 19-Sep-04/4:26 PM | Reply
still sucks!
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