"Courage was mine, and I had mystery,
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery:"
-Wilfred Owen, "Strange Meeting", 1918
Presence of mind
killed my lackadaisical heart,
wrapped in disappointment
from finish to start.
Backward cycle, perversion abroad...
Those beautiful things:
They're NOT your god.
Eat my flesh and taste the lies;
bullshit becomes our hated minds.
Thoughts?
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the last two lines could almost be a life motto XD cuz life is full of bullshit and lies which cause hate in troubled times
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*nods* It's sort of a life story for anyone with a brain. *huggle*
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Wow...I think you're going through your EXTRA cynical phase...though it does seem to be producing some worthy material.
Bravo, m'dear. Now what's done crawed up your tuchis?
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Lol...maybe so. But, as you say, it's producing some good shit. This one...just more commentation on society. Nothing REALLY deep.
Thanks for the clappy hands and such, dear sister. Hearts.
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You're welcome. I aim to please.
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kayla you ARE amazing just so you know... aaaahhh there is so much drama going on in my life right now that I seem to misinterpreting everything so maybe you could explain it to me before I try to analyze it myself...
from what I did understand ... basically the rhyme scheme ... was great!
hearts girly
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Aww, Chrissy, you're so sweet. Sorry to hear about your drama-fest, girly. Those always suck.
Eh...the poem pretty much just means that things get so fucked up as we go through life, and if we use our brains we become hated. That's pretty mucht he extent of it. Thanks for the clappy hands and try to perk up. Hearts.
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What a very provacative poem. I really enjoy the artful way you put things and the way they lack subtlty. I think its good to have things unrestrained.
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Yesh...being unrestrained is a nice quality to have. Denotes a certain lack of fear, methinks. Tanks for da clappy hands and commentation.
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