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to my math teacher
Contributed by
Frankie_L
on
Sunday, 7th June 2009 @ 12:35:58 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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there is madness in everyone
some are so distracted
they will never notice it
others are in asylums
on the streets
in classrooms
some die from it
some ignore it
but to some
butterflies glow neon
the red lipstick in a grey painting
jumps off the canvas
it's biting
and it's blinding
a sonata crawls up their backs soft and slow
and chills rush prickling and cold
like sand swirling over the beach
to the tempo of a breeze
changing with the seasons
dissonance tickles their souls
as black silk strings swirl in their heads
only touching the ears to confuse them
and the beauty lies within the disorder
some are tortured with
too much beauty
too much tragedy
so much that it slowly kills them
some murder people
some commit suicide
some write about it
Copyright ©
Frankie_L
... [
2009-06-07 00:35:58] (Date/Time posted on
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