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Sickening Sycophant
Contributed by
Lancaster
on
Friday, 28th July 2006 @ 07:10:51 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Why do you even bother to ask
When you know the answer is no
No I dont love you
Scatter the silence
Into fragments
Until music is heard
Until the exact chord
Attuned with exact word
Is uttered
Hesitantly stuttered
I love you
Was faintly muttered
Now, what am I supposed to do with all this silence
Did you expect to slit my wrist
To sleep the days away unconscious
Drug myself into easing numbness
Appeasing nothingness
Pass in and out of reality
Craziness
Your body felt like bliss
Everything was perked up
No flimsiness
Everything got soaked up
What a mess
Horrendous
Oh how I have ached and longed for this
Used to playing the pacifist
Now an aggressor
The witty antagonist
Seeking the pleasures
The beneficiary of a masochist
In the obituary
Jot down my last name
Weary of my own brain
Impulses one is not meant to resist
Or refrain
From
The experiment
Let loose a clenched fist
A relaxed temperament
Scatter the silence
So that a voice become imminent
Significant
_________
______
Copyright ©
Lancaster
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2006-07-28 07:10:51]
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Re: Sickening Sycophant
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by Rhei76 on
Friday, 28th July 2006 @ 08:23:14 AM AEST
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Excellent write.
I'm going to print this up. |
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Re: Sickening Sycophant
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by alecfernadez on
Friday, 28th July 2006 @ 10:47:11 AM AEST
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| Nice beat and flow, gave it a very post modern feel, that I dug. I liked your use of adjectives and such as well, and some of these lines were just pure classics. Laudable to say the least. |
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