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Post by Ink® on Aug 31, 2008 20:48:14 GMT -7
This one makes me shiver. ^^ (Or maybe I'm just cold. Teehee)
Watching and waiting
For something, maybe to see
That there's a hole in the world
A hole in our souls
With everything connected
There is no individuality
Only differences between us
70% is 70% after all
And yellow eyes burn
With questions and intent
An eerie flap of wings
And a shrill shriek
Even in the light of day
The world isn't safe
At least in the empty dark
You can't see the monsters
I just realized that made like zero sense, but I love it. *hugs poem* I understand it, but I won't explain it. Decipher it for yourself.
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Post by Colour or Lour™ on Sept 1, 2008 7:12:14 GMT -7
That's awesome. It reminds me of Sweeney Todd. (There's a hole in the world like a great black pit)
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Post by Ink® on Sept 1, 2008 11:47:04 GMT -7
Do all of my poems remind you of Sweeney Todd? What does that say about me?
... what!? No! Of course I'm not an evil demon barber! *shifty eyes* jk ^^
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Post by canadaboy on Sept 1, 2008 13:56:38 GMT -7
hmmmm... interesting but i can't find a good flow to it
sorry
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Post by Ink® on Sept 1, 2008 14:50:53 GMT -7
Yeah, I know. I kind of did that on purpose though. The poem is supposed to seem kind of rough and harsh if you get what I mean.
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Post by Colour or Lour™ on Sept 1, 2008 15:38:15 GMT -7
Making me think of S.T. is a great compliment to anyone's work.
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Post by canadaboy on Sept 1, 2008 17:06:00 GMT -7
yeah i get what you mean
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Post by Ink® on Sept 1, 2008 18:52:12 GMT -7
Well Sweeney is sexy. Does that mean my poem is sexy? Just kidding, of course. ^^
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