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Small made Large (Free verse) by tadpole Hydrogen Ions piling up
The amount of blood wouldn't even fill a cup
Still, I feel the tissues tear, its almost too much
Masocistic? Well, I don't know
Addicted like kids with Nintendo
Somehow I got hooked and wouldn't let go
No Superman here, heck I'm not even a Clark
On mountains, by rivers, or through some park
Give me rain, sleet, or snow, I'll only want more
For some odd reason this pain hits the spot
Legs turning and burning like some crazy robot
Running my life right into the ground
If only I could capture this passion
And direct it towards a more important action
Living life instead of just getting by
Up the ladder:
I don't know
Down the ladder:
Put it away!
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Posted: October 30, 2003 9:38 PM PST; Last modified: October 30, 2003 9:38 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.2777777 Overall Rank: 3792 Comments:
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.103
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31-Oct-03/1:44 AM
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Why not direct it into fashioning the world's largest sausage kiev and hiding inside it until you suffocate?
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tadpole @ 24.55.117.36
> -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
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2-Nov-03/2:02 PM
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What a freaky comment
Some nice lines 'not even a clark' 'won't fill a cup'
Not sure the poem hangs together though, loose ended like a hydra.
cool poem, makes me want to go take a nap, too much running for me
Has a nice hooky first two stanzas, then the wandering begins.
By the end, it's vapor. A suit wearing a man - I really think its fixable though since there are some nice images in there.
Well, I wish I had the energy to experience that pain.
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