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Clichéd Paperman
Contributed by
skyhawk432
on
Wednesday, 20th September 2006 @ 10:53:48 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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Now I shall be blunt
for I am just a runt
I became bored with my doll
and threw her at a wall
I yanked her strings
while the telephone rangéd
and popped off her head
with some help from Mr. Ed.
Now I take him in my hand
and shove him deep within
let's hope he releases my soul
my soul that's made of tin
I see the many lights
and shades of red and black
dance around my temporals
but in brightness they lack
Plummet I do to the cold ground
that feels no remorse
for the many sins that I've done
could of been much worse
The Droog that I once was
was not good anymore
so now I tell you, O my brothers
that I was just a sore
With my platties soaked in roses
and my horrorshow glazzies glazed
I raise a glass of triumph to you all
as I go out in a blaze...
..."Ablazed, I am", the misty eyed contortionist chuckled;
"With what string should I pull next for my enjoyment?"
PLUCK! And with that, I'm down to three lines.
Supplement, dear boy, take it sparingly:
32 lb Of Oxygen and Nitrogen
Followed by a tasty spoonful of Androgen
with a blood clot as the cherry. "Bon Appetite good son!"
Put it into a syringe...
and let him go on a binge.
"I don't want it in me you hag!
The devil you are, old bag."
[ Internal rhyme to follow? Where? Oh where shall it be?
Should I question my own belief and passive voice for a better?
Or should I stop the principles of questioning myself in my own poem?
IT HAS BEEN DONE. Or should I say never? ]
Endearment I dare say lacks within my veins,
While my short hair may be short... as I've said already,
this might be the hell I was looking for:
343$
1009$
30045$?
"What are you spending on dear boy? A time machine? What good will that do?"
Upon the Wings of Thunder
and Wind as sharp as Ice;
The Beast that wants to feast
is ready for the main course,
his meal will suffice...
...Plucked another pedal from my snout...
"To two I only am..."
The snake attached and the blood so black and thick,
surrounded by peanuts and chlorine;
it's better known as prolapse good man!
Commonly seen to disrupt your mood quick:
You,
yourself,
and your insides...
isn't that right love?
Or is it a glove?
A Dove? What's love?
Ha ha ha ha ha!
A laugh with sound? Blasphemous indeed ol' chap.
And the width and height is off too... too bad so sad as they say.
(I know what I like... in your wardrobe that is.)
What memories shall I see now?
Oh when, where or how?
"Quiet Samuel, you'll wake the others!"
"Oh, shut it mum! They've been smothered!"
Is this my madness;
that's only seen in my orbs,
or is it my tongue?
Sigmund... who's that carnation?
And what about Peter and his Wolf?
Prokofiev a genius?
In this pathetic nation? HA!
Mr. Ed... what world is this that you've taken me too?
"Instigate and capitulate,
the ceremony's begun.
In the shrines of Noir;
we sacrifice the son.
His name be not known
for his tongue never sayeth
yet his ignorance is bliss
and his body we rapeth.
Heave it up, O my brothers,
Tis' fresh meat we have
Skewer in manure
and bath him in Av!"
[Demons that laugh
laugh with the intent,
the intent to dissect
the soul that's sent.]
(With one wire left,
I lay limp by a thread
The puppet I've become..
the thing that I'd dread.
Revenge, my doll had;
on me and me alone,
passive voice that I'm in
digs my grave to the bone.)
*Am I a runt anymore?*
"It is just me now... me begging for forgiveness...
Hello? Is somebody up there?
Can I be saved?
Am I clichéd enough?
Or am I clichéd too much?
What am I lagging? I wonder in my brain.
Please!!! I'll be good! I swear!!"
[What a poor wee man, he hangs by one string...
the time has come for his fate to be decided,
Atropos approaches to cut his string
and plummet him into the darkness
of a hell that's been re-lighted. ]
'Your doll is here, you THING.
She's here with you. For she found comfort
with another THING such as you!
And he's here too, dead by a machina!
HA HA HA!
He lost his guts and pride too!
It is time my dear fellow... to cut the last string.
I'm afraid you're to be banished forever,
forever and an eternity.
Because you pulled your doll's strings...
your string shall be pulled as an endeavor!'
My road has just ended, one string at a time;
pulled off of me with a gentle tug,
while my memories raced through me
and surged through my head
I found out why I couldn't
become the master of her.
I became the monster, and the THING. Demise is what IT'S defined as.
Judge me not... for I'm only a cliché.
A cliché that lives forever...
SNIP.
Copyright ©
skyhawk432
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2006-09-20 22:53:48]
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Re: Clichéd Paperman
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by Vampirequeen on
Thursday, 21st September 2006 @ 12:33:00 AM AEST
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woa wicked story
I love it
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Re: Clichéd Paperman
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by skyhawk432 on
Thursday, 21st September 2006 @ 08:53:56 PM AEST
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| Wow, you said that it was wicked and gave me a 1, can you make up your mind? |
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Re: Clichéd Paperman
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by skyhawk432 on
Thursday, 8th February 2007 @ 04:35:53 PM AEST
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| Disregard my last comment. I am sorry for not understanding the rating system. |
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