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Billy and the voices (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer
I'm pretty unemotional today though hellish dreams coat the mental scenery. Its a passing phase- or so they say. The voices, they like sharp objects and enjoy when I play with them. Scarred fingers seem pretty, its a matter of taste- or so they say. Its annoying, this apathy when the rage boils in the background. No one can hear the sound of hate or so they say. I lost the bet; the voices said that my girlfriend would bleed like a running faucet. Needless to say, I didn't believe them but there she is, staining the carpet Mom won't be happy. Its a passing phase- or so they say. I'm not convinced.

Down the ladder: Goodbye to an Individual

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Arithmetic Mean: 7.3333335
Weighted score: 5.62753
Overall Rank: 2176
Posted: October 12, 2003 4:46 PM PDT; Last modified: October 12, 2003 4:46 PM PDT
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[10] deleted user @ | 12-Oct-03/5:38 PM | Reply
I like this poem. It also almost reminds me of that one cartoon "Courage the Cowardly Dog". I mean that in a good way! I give you a 10!
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ > deleted user | 12-Oct-03/6:45 PM | Reply
courage the cowardly dog?...

i think you totally lost your marbles miss...

its like that scene in The Patriot where the battleship explodes and the court lady claps, laughing, saying she enjoys the fireworks.

[7] Shuushin @ | 12-Oct-03/7:18 PM | Reply
[clap clap clap]

[7] <~> @ | 12-Oct-03/7:22 PM | Reply
i think that coming right out with cognizance of your disorder ruins the surprise, lee.

it's quite entertaining, the 'or so they say' refrain. but the opening needs work. imo.
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