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he's at it again
Just like that the light turned on.
Faded fragments came together
to form a cosmic chain of weather,
synthesized from molten ties,
a rapture caught before my eyes.
And just like that:
the light turned on.
From shades of blue and grayish hues,
to something such as nothing much.
Staring straight ahead of you,
there’s nothing much oh nothing much.
And as if an air had swept the room
To steal the air in front of you:
Just like that the light turned off.
I can't even get anyone to tell me how much they hate it? Even if you don't want to read it, I'm inviting everyone who sees this to post. Prove to me that I exist along with this thread. I dare you.
Overall, I liked it.
I really enjoyed the first half the most, but that's not to say the last part wasn't good - it just didn't catch me the same way.
my favourite lines are:
synthesized from molten ties,
a rapture caught before my eyes.
It rhymes, and it has some sense of rhythm.
Congrats, I guess.
aww thanks :)Quote:
Originally Posted by sycld
sycld, you're a lousy proletariat
one!
Just how do you think
you’ll see a fresh face again?
From behind the wall,
oh beyond it all.
You can look within
for a dear friend to speak with,
and wash down the sink
the long missing link.
You can find a rift
from a pocket in your soul,
and with that begin
to foresee the end.
Or just say you know
and for a moment in time
your spirits will lift:
ascend to the gift.
in song form: http://www.box.net/shared/501um4fx1q
two!
“You wouldn’t leave a dog out there,”
quipped a very cautious soul
referring to the freezing cold.
He knows for the beast that I would care
But of a man it seems hard to find
A single similarity within my mind
that doesn't mean that it's "good" exactly; it just doesn't smell as much.Quote:
Originally Posted by jared
I realize, but that coming from you means that most could potentially find something in this, and that I am moving up, even if slowly, on the sycld scale.Quote:
Originally Posted by sycld
Because that is what matters.
Within reaching distance;
within speaking distance.
Close enough for muffled cries;
far enough away to pass my time.
And it’s not my fault,
but is it so much to wonder?
To give a thought to every whispered cough?
To ask for what this all was brought?
Will he regret the ideas that came to mind,
And wish he’d saved them for another time?
Will she be able to get past,
A childish dream that could never last?
What more could this night hold If not an end?
What has been said you cannot rescind.
It’s all just guess work within my mind.
An answer that will never find the time.
but suddenly a soul forever known
walks out the door for another home.
now that sounds like some cliche shit!