Your Poetry Dot Com - One or More Consenting Adults

Array ( [sid] => 128951 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => One or More Consenting Adults [time] => 2006-12-02 11:02:29 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Countless whispers echo in an empty portion of the skull
Where nothing may enter the realm of awareness, or leave either
As the meanings are mulled over and over without attention to detail
False archetypes are built based upon a desire to stand corrected
It is in these worlds, constructed solely to house latent fantasies
Where explosions rocket from the base and pummel the exterior walls
Creating gaping holes, porously leaking a metallic liquid substance
Known as the soul…

Its better now, now that I know
Its the weather now, pouring sunshine
Its a way of existing, a way of life
Its everything I was resisting, the sharpened knife,

In a pillow fight, with bricks for feathers
The sorrowful night, one stick to rub together
A shameful cry, when not one tear dropped
A hateful life, careful not to live it twice, the chosen sacrifice….

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One or More Consenting Adults
Date: Saturday, 2nd December 2006 @ 11:02:29 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: lancaster

Countless whispers echo in an empty portion of the skull
Where nothing may enter the realm of awareness, or leave either
As the meanings are mulled over and over without attention to detail
False archetypes are built based upon a desire to stand corrected
It is in these worlds, constructed solely to house latent fantasies
Where explosions rocket from the base and pummel the exterior walls
Creating gaping holes, porously leaking a metallic liquid substance
Known as the soul…

Its better now, now that I know
Its the weather now, pouring sunshine
Its a way of existing, a way of life
Its everything I was resisting, the sharpened knife,

In a pillow fight, with bricks for feathers
The sorrowful night, one stick to rub together
A shameful cry, when not one tear dropped
A hateful life, careful not to live it twice, the chosen sacrifice….

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