probably some grammar terror. here and there.
Riveress,
flowerbed tighten
around the bend...
and roses around her head.
Translucent web of minds
blankets the world in grey tone.
as they make a statue of sound.
shower down, the word
wellbeing on placebo pills
hoping it will work someday.
a seed of hope.
I'll wait...
as the ocean coherent
met the mind.
we fall to the depth of our guilt.
as civilization crash down from
the sky.
when we all drown of all the bled
from all those people on the other side
of the river, we drown....
but we make books of it,
sells it to the poor
the rich get it for free.
for a fix of poetic beauty
which claim our thesis to be right
and everyone else is wrong.
what a good idea!, lets make that book!
inject it right into the vein,
as close to the heart possible.
make it fly, make it a dragon.
let it burn... burn to the ground.
kill the infidels, kill the children
rape the women. Conquer!
Destroy!... kill everyone!
kill yourself... torture... the torture.
the pain... what am i.... where
am i... what are i doing....
why is it so cold....
why is it so dark in here....
where... am... i... its so dark...
my head... my head...
little stones reflects the rainbow...
appearing shades, seem to dissappear.
small stones of memory hits me
with insights now and then...
but it never feels.
it never feels...
Poetry by asshole
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Written on 2009-01-14 at 19:24
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When the rivers gave sprout to milk
Riveress,
flowerbed tighten
around the bend...
and roses around her head.
Translucent web of minds
blankets the world in grey tone.
as they make a statue of sound.
shower down, the word
wellbeing on placebo pills
hoping it will work someday.
a seed of hope.
I'll wait...
as the ocean coherent
met the mind.
we fall to the depth of our guilt.
as civilization crash down from
the sky.
when we all drown of all the bled
from all those people on the other side
of the river, we drown....
but we make books of it,
sells it to the poor
the rich get it for free.
for a fix of poetic beauty
which claim our thesis to be right
and everyone else is wrong.
what a good idea!, lets make that book!
inject it right into the vein,
as close to the heart possible.
make it fly, make it a dragon.
let it burn... burn to the ground.
kill the infidels, kill the children
rape the women. Conquer!
Destroy!... kill everyone!
kill yourself... torture... the torture.
the pain... what am i.... where
am i... what are i doing....
why is it so cold....
why is it so dark in here....
where... am... i... its so dark...
my head... my head...
little stones reflects the rainbow...
appearing shades, seem to dissappear.
small stones of memory hits me
with insights now and then...
but it never feels.
it never feels...
Poetry by asshole
Read 876 times
Written on 2009-01-14 at 19:24
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