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Almost One (Free verse) by thepinkbunnyofdoom The truth is often ugly
Hidden behind the mask of distance
On the other side of the moon
Beyond the waterfall pouring life
Life is the illusion, Death the reality
The end is only the beginning of possibility
The question has already been answered
The answer is waiting for the start
Rewind, I falling behind
The main road goes on but its getting about time
That you pull in and goto bed
I'll be up for hours still
Hoping you change your mind we'll talk
Run a little further down the road
Or maybe you'll ride all the way
Til we reach our destination
Beyond the wrecks we were before
Standing in line, pulses beating out of time
Watching the wonder of the show
Screaming in an out of key harmony
Ten Thousand souls moving in rhythm as one
Two souls breathing together as one
Almost One
Up the ladder:
In love as in war
Down the ladder:
While flipping over stones
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Posted: April 2, 2004 9:50 AM PST; Last modified: April 2, 2004 10:28 AM PSTWeighted score: 7.032 Overall Rank: 44 Comments:
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zodiac @ 152.30.88.96
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2-Apr-04/11:24 AM
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By my rough count, the next time lydia evelyn or CLS responds to an unflattering characterization of her physical appearance or personality with "How did you know?" will be the 50th. We should plan some sort of commemoration. A party, perhaps.
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 81.86.113.159
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2-Apr-04/11:37 AM
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A party where someone skewers her on a punt pole and sands off her feet.
Have I stumbled into a private club here. I thought it was for comments on poems. Not to change the subject, but I happen to like this one.
nice...cutesy a bit, but nice.
nice....
Why does this remind me of every song from 1976 to 1983?
I had to read this poem a few times to get a good feel for it...but I like it despite it being a bit convoluted in certain parts.
absolutely loved it.
Weak, really.
The first five lines are like a club sandwich Up the ass of short bus surface scratching.
Special, yeah.
That what my mommy says any way yepper roni I'm mommy's special boy uh huh I am.
No, really, this is shit
Read Gilgamesh and shut the fuck up. Every line in this poem is something A 17 year old would say while holding his penis in a blizzard waiting for a bus to the mall to buy his girlfriend some mango edible underwear at Spencers. Except for the fact that a penis in a blizzard is more interesting than this rubbish.
Gilamesh was good. Too bad I never learned how to shut up. And I think the comparison to a penis in a blizzard was highly unfair. How can my writing ever hope to compete against a penis. Much less a blizzard. The only thing I got on either of them is length(occasionally).
Boring would be a compliment to this.
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