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myself (Free verse) by decadentlaurel limited
confined
restrained
am i drawing
using only circles and squares
writing
starving from lack of words
or maybe i am just living life
held back by -
Up the ladder:
Death's Cold Eyes
Down the ladder:
the love
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 3.7272727
Posted: September 24, 2002 8:03 PM PDT; Last modified: September 24, 2002 8:03 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.3636365 Overall Rank: 13041 Comments:
words are like acid...stinging, melting, bluring, accentuating...our misuse, abuse, or blatently covering (defining : shaping) our existence. Have a joint dude...it will release something more beautiful, meaningfull and poignent. Gotta get out of the house once in awhile too to smell the stenching glue holding the faces of others to the street pavement's filth...if you know what i mean. Kick a lick and make it sweat sweet licorice and black ice. Watch out below....their after us.
The openness is what makes this work for me.7 Know this: Only you can set yoursel free!
Unfinished sentences; missing punctuation and capitalisation; the bubonic plague?
i dont like capitalization
punctuation. ok. whatever. i dont really care too much
someone in grade 6 (YES EVEN FROM THE UNITED STATES. THAT NATION WHERE THE PRESIDENT IS RETARDED "PRIME MINISTER POUTINE OF CANADA WANTS TO MAKE AN IGLOO FOR US?") can punctuate and capitalize. the meaning of the poem is what is important if you dont care to read beyond that then suite yourself go read jack and jill (or whatever that kiddie book is called)
lovely, painful...9
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