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Contributed by Shade on Sunday, 21st August 2005 @ 09:35:28 PM in AEST
Topic: oops




If I could have it my way
I'd spend the rest my life writing anonymous passages on the tombstones of complete strangers

And cry everytime they were discovered and erased

Play play ping pong with god in the garden between dreams and thoughts until the ball was lost in the margins
And then we'd throw coy guffaws in our own delight

Have have a picnic and eat angel wings

If I could live life the way i thought was ideal I wouldn't even be real
I'd be some kid's imaginary friend

Playing hide and go seek in imaginary places

If I could do anything for a living I'd be a mime's invisible wall
Laughing at an angle, slightly slanted, anxious in disguise
Biguiled by the thoughts of man

Or I'd be a catcher in the rye

If I could choose my existence I'd be an empty space waiting to be filled
Reliving an old life with a new twist

I'd like to be a fingerprint on some grisly murder scene
Dusted and confirmed
Solving the case but not bringing back the life lost

I like hoplessness

I cry when I see a child flying a kite
Sticks and paper like flesh and spirit held by a string
Manically attempting
To escape bondage ending
In a downward pull descending
While the child laughs apathetically at the death of the source of their own joy

So I've made a habit of walking through parks with scissors

Sometimes I like to think that in a past life
I was some song that some sub par musician never got around to writing
Some flashing glimpse at an idea he couldn't grasp

It's probably my favorite thought

Maybe when I die I'll come back as a tree and live for a hundred years
Only to be chopped down destroyed and reborn as a table, chair, paper, and pencil
Used by some great poet to write some great anthology, revered and remembered
Without a single soul giving thought to me my sacrifice

Trees can't say what about me....

So I'd probably just laugh to death....

Do you think that's weird?




Copyright © Shade ... [ 2005-08-21 21:35:28]
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Re: Weird (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Sunday, 21st August 2005 @ 09:46:38 PM AEST
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Well.....not too, sure this i weird.....I think it has alot of potential, just differ. We al perceive, what we want to. So, i will say, I liked the post. It was written with what you felt...so write on.!

Brew~


Re: Weird (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 23rd August 2005 @ 12:59:41 AM AEST
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wow... i liked this... a lot. very unique and creative.




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