This one is strange also... I a figment of my imagination put down in words.
In another bare white room.
This is just the next bet of a similar gambler.
Surrounded by colours from the doom.
This is just another failure,
Don't mind it please.
Look away, hide your eyes,
While you watch, this writing dies.
It's broken, like that toy, that thing.
I never could work out what it was for.
Like this.
I understand that it's useless.
For me also, not just you.
I'm sorry that it's wasting your time,
But its wasting mine too.
I can't help it.
It's not my fault.
I don't think so.
I can't help it, time made me.
It's strong, haven't you ever wrestled it?
It beats me every time, and this is the subject of my losses.
I don't know what I'll get if I win.
I don't have to worry though, because I never will.
Are you disgusted?
You can tell me if you are.
Even if the truth is that I have brought shame,
Upon you who was born upon a star.
I can feel it releasing me,
You'll be pleased to know.
My favourite song just came on the radio.
I think it broke the spell,
With it's words of no real wisdom,
But still it has a catchy tune.
The line I just wrote has been deleted.
And will branch off into its own poem, I can assure you.
I doubt you'll read it, after this attempt.
Especially once you find out that this was a branch of it's own,
At one point.
I'm tired now.
Goodbye.
Poetry by Tal¿a
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Written on 2006-12-22 at 07:46
Tags Philosophy Thoughts Strange
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Rambler
This is just the other rant of another rambler.In another bare white room.
This is just the next bet of a similar gambler.
Surrounded by colours from the doom.
This is just another failure,
Don't mind it please.
Look away, hide your eyes,
While you watch, this writing dies.
It's broken, like that toy, that thing.
I never could work out what it was for.
Like this.
I understand that it's useless.
For me also, not just you.
I'm sorry that it's wasting your time,
But its wasting mine too.
I can't help it.
It's not my fault.
I don't think so.
I can't help it, time made me.
It's strong, haven't you ever wrestled it?
It beats me every time, and this is the subject of my losses.
I don't know what I'll get if I win.
I don't have to worry though, because I never will.
Are you disgusted?
You can tell me if you are.
Even if the truth is that I have brought shame,
Upon you who was born upon a star.
I can feel it releasing me,
You'll be pleased to know.
My favourite song just came on the radio.
I think it broke the spell,
With it's words of no real wisdom,
But still it has a catchy tune.
The line I just wrote has been deleted.
And will branch off into its own poem, I can assure you.
I doubt you'll read it, after this attempt.
Especially once you find out that this was a branch of it's own,
At one point.
I'm tired now.
Goodbye.
Poetry by Tal¿a
Read 1320 times
Written on 2006-12-22 at 07:46
Tags Philosophy Thoughts Strange
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