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we're insane (Free verse) by nolan
ok, so we have it decided one of us is insane but i can't tell can you? are the stares your way as i am included or are they at me and you're ignorant are you talking because i can't believe that the tree has an eye or is it a tree shake shake i am michael moore but too scared and little to tell you turn and look past the window oh please don't come we are not on coke we are not smoking dope the mother door opens begin at 1, and enjoy the high lets climb and climb ten miles high but we quickly widthdraw from the road saying we would be better off dead flip my body, flip my head look into the shake i think its me what are you saying? don't laugh at me! what is going on? common really? oh..... maybe it is just me

Up the ladder: I'm a ghost
Down the ladder: The Guardian Shadow

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Overall Rank: 9422
Posted: May 3, 2003 10:03 PM PDT; Last modified: July 10, 2003 1:53 AM PDT
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[7] richa @ 195.92.194.14 | 4-May-03/6:43 AM | Reply
ah the old I'm the only sane one concept
I like how it speeds up at the end, but perhaps in need of a few more ideas
[n/a] nolan @ 65.93.31.192 > richa | 12-May-03/11:28 AM | Reply
sorry if there were too little ideas, but i actually based this on an experience i once had when i convinced myself i was insane. i can't remember all the reasons why i believed that, but these are my mental notes on what happened. i create poetry based on my feelings and my feelings had no more ideas.. sorry i let you down
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.103 > nolan | 12-May-03/3:13 PM | Reply
You haven't just let richa down, nolan. And you haven't just let me down... You've let yourself down. And I'm not just talking about some sort of shallow, superficial let down - like when you let yourself down by turning up to an interview wearing nothing but a small, round telescope made out of plastic udders. No... I'm afraid your problem isn't quite so straightforward as that. You've really let yourself down quite badly, and I am extremely disappointed in you. For the love of Christ, please try harder next time. Thanks.
[n/a] nolan @ 65.93.28.185 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 16-May-03/12:28 PM | Reply
poetry isn't about trying it is about expressing yourself
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.103 > nolan | 16-May-03/1:02 PM | Reply
Yes well nolan you've made your views on the matter only too clear with this embarrassingly dismal effort. And yet surely you're not so blind that you're too blind to see that poetry isn't about expressing yourself: it's about trying to express yourself. And what about beauty? Where does that fit in to your grand little scheme of things? Doesn't beauty have a place in poetry? I think it does. And I think you need to have a long, hard think about what you've done. You make me very sorry, nolan. Very sorry indeed.
[n/a] nolan @ 65.93.25.184 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 25-May-03/8:06 PM | Reply
expression is beauty. trying is not doing - there is a fine line between the two
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.96 > nolan | 26-May-03/5:23 AM | Reply
Yes you're quite right, nolan. Expression is beauty. Whether it comes from the hate-filled brain-wrong of a racist arse-face who is just trying to express his distaste for a 12 year old African American girl whose Wheeled-Chair was taking up too much room, or it is the expression on your bum just before it implodes in a giant shower of kidneys, doesn't matter. They are both valid sentiments and both worthy of beauty.

It is true that there is a fine line between trying and doing, and in today's "couldn't care less" society, I think we often get the distinction wrong, sometimes failing to see the line altogether, other times seeing it all too clearly and being too afraid to cross it. Under those circumstances, I really think you've just got to take a chance and bite the bullet, so to speak. Take little Ganeesha, for instance:

"Ganeesha is an 8 year old girl living in Rwanda. I read about her experiences on the Landmine Action website, a site dedicated to the campaign against the use of landmines in military conflict. Rwanda is a country that has been devastated by civil war - a war, I might add, in which thousands of landmines were deployed in over 2,000 mine fields, covering an area the size of Africa. Little Ganeesha lived a few hundred yards away from such a minefield. One day, Ganeesha was playing with some rice in a little bowl right next to the minefield. She was just about to run back to her hut to help her mother with the cooking when she heard a faint scratching sound with the corner of her ear. She looked up, her big brown eyes wide open and staring, with an expression of startled innocence on her child-like face. On the other side of the minefield, she saw something that made her heart fill with despair - a tortoise had climbed up a tree to forage for grapes, but it had got tangled in some sticks and was bleating terribly. Ganeesha took pity on the creature an ran up to the edge of the minefield. She looked down at the border line and remembered her mother's warnings, but the sound of the bleating tortoise was too much for little Ganeesha to bear. Holding her breath, she stepped over the line and walked calmly towards the tortoise..."

Of course, little Ganeesha exploded instantly in a giant shower of gore. But I think the message is clear: life's too short to waste time worrying about which line we cross and when. Because if you just follow your heart and stay true to yourself, you can do anything you put your mind to. You can touch the clouds, and never have to look back.
[n/a] <~> @ 64.252.90.210 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 26-May-03/8:28 AM | Reply
yes, you youd touch the clouds inside and out, in thousands of little ways. and, like ganeesha's eyes, not only would you never have to look back, you would never be able to!
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.97 > <~> | 26-May-03/10:08 AM | Reply
I'm sorry a2 but I fail to see the humour in little Ganeesha's rather sudden decision to pay a visit to the clouds while simultaneously spreading herself over an entire field. And all because she was trying to save a tortoise who had been foraging for grapes up a tree. Honestly, a2! How do you think her mother felt?
[n/a] <~> @ 64.252.90.210 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 26-May-03/10:48 AM | Reply
well, since mother tortise was seen cavorting about the clouds with little ganeesha, i'd say she felt all wet and splotchy--torn up inside, if you must know. honestly -=Dark_Angel=-, I didn't think anyone could be so cruel. what with the elder tortoise's recent injuries, and her having been 'outed' for all the world to see (well, inside-outed, really), i would have thought one with such a celestial name might have shown a little more kindess than to relate her story on such an international forum.

maybe the questio you should ask yourself is, 'what shall i have for dinner?' and the answer should be, 'not turtle soup, again! hold the grapes, ship's prawne! hold them firmly, and resist!'
[7] Jeremi B. Handrinos @ 24.126.113.154 | 4-May-03/5:44 PM | Reply
Perhaps, it's the cotton candy wind chimes a chiming. Then again it could be the knock of fortune at the mother door.
[10] Luzr @ 24.209.21.223 | 10-Jul-03/9:51 AM | Reply
I've got that feeling when I smoked opium and then another 2 bowls of bud, when I was getting pretty drunk at a wedding. You should have huddled in a ball hiding in the corner. Just incase the acid flashback kicks in and then things get really fucked up. -10-
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