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Post by Matteo ((Taed)) on Jul 11, 2011 15:54:04 GMT -5
You changed your avatar. . . you said you'd never do that. . . I've truly sinned the greatest sin of all. No, that would be sex with a gay warlock. |
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Post by Kaez on Jul 3, 2012 11:43:58 GMT -5
came home today
and my dog got a fucking skrillex tattoo on its ankle
what kind of crowd
is my dog hanging around with
at the friggin dog park
yolo says my dog
my dog founded the illuminati church of yolo
who the hell brought this book of poetry
nobody here likes poetry this is not
the place for this
take it back
i broke through the culture wall
and boosted all the way to the fucking moon
give me the gun steve
put down the gun
occupy bieber street
ping pong boosting me and her me and her boost boost boost
i love you when the moon is in the sky
i love you when the sun is in the sky
i love you here in the summer with the warmth and
i love you like the warmth
and when it is cold
i will love you then too
hashtag my fricked up life
put it on a cd rom and send it to AOL
find perfection in imperfection
complete perfection is not different from ourselves
boost boost boost
thank you so much god |
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Post by James on Jul 3, 2012 18:54:35 GMT -5
I approve at the return of this style.
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Post by Kaez on Oct 11, 2012 17:36:38 GMT -5
October's fallen from the boughs and
whispered through the yard
Gusted over stony clouds and
garden greens it charred
October's fallen from the grace of
summer's golden glow
Blew away the blossoms and it's
bracing up for snow
October's fallen from the hills and
hollowed all the weald
Blanketed the forest floor with
branches that it felled
October's fallen from the north and
buried all the light
Put a spell upon the sun and
fattened up the night
October's fallen from the skies and
bitten at the birds
Spat a breath across my skin and
blew away my words
October's fallen from my fingers
useless as can be
Poems about autumn just aren't
int'resting to me |
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Post by Kaez on Dec 25, 2012 23:37:20 GMT -5
the mountains go on forever. sooner or later the fog just swallows them up but you know that they're out there -- faded and big, wider than you can imagine. the world is big.
bigger than you can think about for all too long
and there's a bird singing and it's sharp and high and whistling and the notes float over the wind in a way that seems fluid and smooth
rest an ear against the earth and there's a quake and a rumble deep deep in like a bellow and a hunger
your father said that if god had ever breathed a single breath of air upon this world, it must've been here. there was something here that went unseen -- running through the trees and the hills like a ghost through hidden veins
pale green things burst from the soil
your father's father had settled here once. built up a house of wood and stone and fur and chopped the forests for heat in the depths of a bad winter or two
this is a place of resting. all that moves and crawls and blows through here seems at ease. a weight, from somewhere -- from nowhere in particular -- pulled gently away and dissolved into clean, clean air
this place is free of dust. let the cancer spread. my body will make a good friend to this soil. the foxes can gnaw on the bones. the ground will clean me
make me new |
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