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typeclick
Contributed by
SensitiveSoAbused
on
Tuesday, 18th January 2005 @ 08:30:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
insomniac
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Man, boy sit in solid seclusion.
typeclick typeclick type
your weary words to the world, and Sit.
while your smooth jaw lengthens to chew on the thirty year old carpet in hopes of recognition; Recluse
your words have no significance, sighing signs of steady Decline
from your position, poet. You hold no hope of height; you are not a writer, what waning talent there once was was once what it is not now
step down to receive no reward, realize no one will want this Garbagio in their heads
I am the Cheeseman and I will never be more than this fondue or find my form of cottage cheese or cheddar brain to boil and bubble; I cant
come or calm down my dreams, a bottle of beer,
go glug glug glug and it is gone
And these aspirations are always grandiose, getting grander by the minute!; moving right along and moving on is just too difficult.
So still I sit silently sipping and tipping this bottle back,
holding higher elevation, ending empty or empty ending
This is my life and This is done and
I have just wasted forty-nine seconds of your life.
Copyright ©
SensitiveSoAbused
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2005-01-18 20:30:04] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: typeclick
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 18th January 2005 @ 08:38:40 PM AEST (User
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Not really - I was just reading last night about a writer's worst fear is oblivion (Garrison Keeler in an introduction to an anthology). If nothing else, that fear gives us something else to write about. This expresses it pretty good. Blessings.
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Re: typeclick
(User Rating: 1 ) by TaintedSoul on
Tuesday, 18th January 2005 @ 10:22:45 PM AEST (User
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We all have our monkeys that jump up and down on our backs maniacally. Poetry is merely one of them, and at times seems as if it's on crack.
Then again, what is one kitty's trash is another kitty's treasure. Why should verbage be any different. Enjoyed this thoroughly.
peace
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Re: typeclick
(User Rating: 1 ) by bobotheclown on
Wednesday, 19th January 2005 @ 01:09:48 AM AEST (User
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good to see another poem by you buddy.
This was so sad once I figured out that it was
about drinking. Very well written though in
your classic trademark style. Hope to see a
lot more from you in the near future.
Bobo (Joel) |
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