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Its What’s to Do

Contributed by Jyssvw on Wednesday, 5th October 2005 @ 12:55:05 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

If you could only hear me now
Saying all the things you said I’d say somehow

Shouting in the inside
Down the spiral of the spine to my toes

Leaned upon one too many times
Rested upon, until tilted on, fitted with a bow and a baton

Sincerely yours, was written in the corner
The letters burnt, in the fire, coals for chalk-dust torture

As different as anyone can possibly get
Opposite, attracting negative, force-field of neglect, can’t stand any of it

On the balcony with a twenty story drop
In a hammock, swaying to music, until the humming stopped

The tiniest spot on the floor would be a gift
Sift through the collections of an old mans records and things

Play the fool to its counterpart
Twisted logic, witches magic, the stew burns the pot

Do something you can never take back
A mark, a symbol, to compensate for what you lack

Off we go on another long ride
Woke up hazy, in a sleep-bag along the roadside

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Re: Its What’s to Do (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Wednesday, 5th October 2005 @ 01:33:45 AM AEST
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Ha! It's so funny to be reading this right now. I was just reminiscing about some things, and telling my friend some stuff...It's funny because the style of this poem very much reminds me of your older style that inspired my two writes I told you about...way back when. So reading this, is like a bit of nostalgia for me, and the timing is kinda amazing. *sigh* Anyway, good write. Needless to say, I enjoyed it.

H.S.

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