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Creampie
Contributed by
Jyssvw22
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Thursday, 29th June 2006 @ 06:03:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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We are all just artifacts of each others existence
All just fixtures implanted for the sake of permanence
I’ve been here a million times before
This time it all looks so different
I know something is missing
Someone I should be holding
Loving and kissing
When it blows from under, and lifts
The skirt above the point of-
No return, where all is reincarnated
Inside the pink throne
Incinerated with the burning dome
A halo of foam
Rises above the crown
The jewel sits on its own
Flat surfaces layer a once creator plagued shell
From distant explosions the desert mountain rose,
The ocean tide froze, and the humpbacked whale squealed
“I Cant feel my toes”, aside from him no one knows,
how life was like, and is, when you get old,
So many stories never told,
With secret compartments hidden in the folds
Rediscovered, is the treasure, the gold,
And the silver captured-
From the grasp of an empire’s hold,
Expired rope, retired folk, threads implode
No longer soiled and it begins to corrode
So much forgiveness left to record, left in the hole,
Marked with a pole, which extends to the pits of the earth
As the globe continues to roll
Restlessness builds as accomplishments fade
Further and further
Away
From the realities which inhibit intrinsic wanting
The waiting drove me mad, and near, then far,
Approached then went, it remains stagnant
With accumulating age came stability in rage,
Comes the future in stealthy decay
Sections cut into smaller and smaller bits
Of what once was and what once is
A complete picture of us
Within the dust
Are the particles hidden
From the encroaching rust, and over a span of a month,
The rising balloon busts
And sinks
Overwhelmed by the pressures exerted
By both sides of the wet walls
A slab of meat, a rationing of concrete
Solidifies the tightening of the straps
The pull forces the weight, placed
On shoulder-blades, bending the waist,
So that the head is faced towards the buckling kneecaps,
The view is a secondary relapse, a mishap,
Misshapen mismatch, of colors sent out through dispatch,
Reattach and rehash, and all the dreams are gone with a snap
Private, not for public viewing,
The X-rated version is ensuing
The unrelinquishing punches to the eye are bruising
Left to rot, the creampie is oozing
And when you say goodbye
It is I-
Who is doing all the loosing
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Copyright ©
Jyssvw22
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2006-06-29 18:03:46]
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Re: Creampie
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by Lucid_Tides on
Thursday, 29th June 2006 @ 06:51:15 PM AEST
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| I dont know what to say. Very messy, it seems. Well.. Good job? |
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Re: Creampie
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by hauntedscorp on
Thursday, 29th June 2006 @ 11:45:01 PM AEST
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Great job with this one jyss!! One of your best for sure...Solid flow and loads of emotion. Well done!
Scorp. |
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Re: Creampie
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by hauntedscorp on
Wednesday, 25th February 2015 @ 01:33:07 PM AEST
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So...recently I was playing a game of "Spot the Jyss", and rediscovered this a-ma-zing stunner. This floored me on so many levels, it is downright terrifying. If I had've written another comment right then and there it would've simply said: HOLY ****!
It is no secret I have always admired your writing and our certain kinship. What surprises me is the fresh reminders of just how much you've influenced my life.
I know you won't hear of it, but, thank you.
This write is on another galaxy...Take a bow!!!
~Scorp |
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