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 Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:48 pm
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:49 pm
Let's start off with a bang, shall we? ^_^
I wrote this about 10 years back, when I lived with my dad and step-mom, who had a black cat named Elise. Sure, much of the poem doesn't make sense, but neither do I...
Credits to Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven"
Once I sat upon my reary, while I wondered why they're dreary,
Over many they faint, though furious from their dreaded bore-
To myself, I'm yap, yap, yapping, when suddenly I smelt a crapping,
As of someone greatly crapping, crapping on my bathroom floor.
"Tis my cat," I muttered, "crapping on my bathroom floor.
Only this and nothing more.
Distinctly I remember, that I'm a member of dismembered members,
though I killed with big blenders and their ghosts live inside my dentures!
Eagerly I wished to borrow blenders used, and members' sorrow,
For my blenders bring me sorrow-- sorrow for the lust I borrowed
For the rare and lost devices that all and all suffices
Shall be gone forever more.
And for sure I was certain, certainly certain that each person
Chilled me-- grilled me with questions I've never heard before;
So this now, to the tone of my fart, I stood repeating,
"Tis my cat demanding access to my bathroom door;
The stupid cat entices entry by scratching on the floor;
This it is and nothing more."
Presently, my temper grew bitter; hesitating none fitter,
"Elise," said I, "your hide of night I must implore,
But in this room I was here yapping, and so quickly you went crapping,
And so dumb-like you went crapping, crapping on my chamber floor,
But I knew I thought I'd smelt you." -- Here I cracked open the door--
Nothing here and nothing more.
Dark into that blackness seeing, not even the flowers inside are stirring,
Then again I smelt a crapping something sour like before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something by an odorous sibling,
Let me be then, what threatens my shiny floor--
Let my fart be still a minute from this stirry door,
Tis my wind and nothing more.
In my chair I speak with stutter, when the cat slipped on butter,
In here slipped my taintly kitty of the faintly ways of bore.
With the feast, obese is she; stopped and squat and then went pee.
But my mind is flustered, for she tinkled on my chamber floor.
Why, I ask, is she here, sprinkling on my chamber floor?
Soon she sat and nothing more.
Then the cat made me fancy a Cheshire smile,
By its innocent look, (like she hasn't done that in here before..)
"Though you smile, I cannot say," said I, "that you have not come out to play.
Your grimy presents that I have received, makes me want to implore.
Tell me why you left these on my chamber floor!
Quote the kitty, "Like before."
Much I warbled to this unsightly bowel to wear mishap quite stainly,
Though her reply isn't much-- she sure wasn't sore;
For I cannot help yapping from her eternal crapping
That stains the air with smelling of presents on my chamber floor.
Cat nor bat can do this or that upon my chamber floor
With such a phrase as "like before."
But the kitty, sitting pretty on that rug of musk, said only
That one phrase, as if it had nothing to do unlike before,
Nothing other did she utter; not a fur ball then she shuddered--
Til I scarcely more or less stuttered:
"Other fiends won't nap here, for sure,
Dear sister shall clean up my chamber floor."
Then the kitty said, "Like before."
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:50 pm
Gone to Heaven
Gone to heaven in a tub;
A mildly embarrassing tale of woe
Not a pretty sight
but a nice way to go
There are Christmas crackers
with your name inside
If you're free
why don't you sing a free song?
Gone to heaven in a tub
and though they laugh
you know inside
that no one ever really loves a clown
If the people clap
You'll do it again
Just hope that it all makes sense in the end.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:50 pm
Seasons of New
The wind, kissing my hair
The warmth, hugging my body
Birds sing in agreement
Spring's finally here.
The warm ocean rocks to and fro
while little children play at its feet
The clouds whispering to another
Summer's now here.
The breeze cools down
The leaves blow all around
Trees sway back and forth
Autumn's come here.
Snow falls and animals sleep
Quiet, peaceful, serene
It sit in my home and say to myself
Winter's already here.
Now the chill is over with
It's time to start anew
Faces, friends, and special times
Will start off fresh and true.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:51 pm
Decay
Out on this road it takes its toll
And you pay for everything you do
Under lights made me blind
This place is the same as last night
Out of control takes its toll
But you learn to live with your dreams
Speaking your mind to those you find
Listening to what you have to say
I wouldn't change the decay.
I wouldn't stop the decay.
Promised the world as your world
Changed before our very eyes
And the days become weeks
And the weeks the years
And no one ever remembered that very first day
Or how it slipped away
Forever I wail piling in, putting out
As the monsters whine
To remind me I'm home
And I'm here to stay
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:54 pm
Cheese, How Great Thou Art
Cheese is nature's way of saying
That it rules and you don't.
It is the life form which created all..
Just because it's made from milk
Doesn't mean that it is made from such.
It's the same as which came first:
The chicken or the egg?
The only thing that matters, is the perspective.
Mine, to be exact.
The most wonderful tasting fungus
Is just beyond your grasp
But you, too, can get a hold of the mold.
If you're lucky, the bleu cheese just may fall,
Fall from the sky
And into your cheese net on top of your home.
But if you're less fortunate,
You can always use your portable cheese net
To catch the wild cheese
Which scurry about the jungles.
Live for the cheese.
Die for the cheese.
Ah.. Fungus at its best.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:55 pm
Sandman Shelby
Sandman Shelby
Come sing me a song.
Take me away
Away from reality.
No more love, please
And no more miseries.
I don't want this.
Sandman Shelby
Come sing me a song.
Kidnap me
But don't let me play.
No more pain, please
And no more disease.
I don't need that.
Sandman Shelby
Come sing me a song.
Put me away
Away for eternity.
No more life, please
And no more sleaze.
Can you take me home now?
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:57 pm
Time To Kill
Unknowing, unseeing
revelations unfold before your eyes
Relenting, repenting
No time to think of compromise
Time falling, time calling
Int a void and seal the past
You're waiting, annihilating
Making it real, making it last
Worn out promises
Inside of demises
See through all the lies
We don't walk away
Every time we turn around
Start to hear that familiar sound
New beginnings, time stands still
Yes, think it's time to kill
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:58 pm
St. Mary
St. Mary watches the sun set
A blood red eye falling down, she bets
Her war-torn face shows too much
While others think she isn't enough
Everyday, it's all the same
Every night, it's never a game
A life fills with a hole
A life ends with a toll
Better things won't come her way
She knows this, though she won't say
Her mind knows her mission is through
There is nothing more that she can do
Fade away is what she'll let
St. Mary watches the sun set
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 2:00 pm
Rag Doll
The eyes of a lost soul
Sitting on a tiled floor
Blood dripped into the cracks
But I don't know how they got there.
Her wounded emotions squeezed dry
Only to live another day of agony
Her eyes cried and eternal rain
When will this stop?
When can she finally move on?
No one knows.
Nobody cares.
Not even herself.
The used up rag doll
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 2:02 pm
I look at the colors of the sky
Shrieking eagles with fire they fly
Tortured. That's how my life seems now
Falling. From that fire which burns inside me
Can't you see? I can't explain this ******** show
So much damn pressure, I can't take it
Will you understand the pain that will be..?
Killing the fright, killing the night
Stopping the evil within me
Making it show, making me know
I hope it can be and soon I shall see
I look at the shadows of the sky
Loving arms of hate reach for my mind
Strange. That's what people use to say
Floating. How a real future should be
No one understand this showcase of life
Thank for that assurance, now I'll get my vengance
You can't understand. Now the pain is killing me
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 2:03 pm
If I'm ever hurt again
It will not be by a friend
It will not be by someone
Who tricked me into loving them
It might seem immature
But I don't know how to forgive you
I'll always love the memory
Just not what it turned into
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 2:03 pm
How do you like that?
You, in the corner, like a bad child
What did you do wrong?
Was it pressure of pride?
Go ahead, answer me
Now don't you feel better?
Though those chains don't help
But that's okay. You'll get better
Just close your eyes and count to five
Now answer to yourself
What's wrong now?
Your twisted brain can't handle the truth?
Oh well, at least you'll live
Serves you right for your wrong
Run along to your mommy
She's always right
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 2:04 pm
Why should this be?
I don't know why
People stare; chilling stares
Pierce my soul and heart
I never deserved such cruelty
My blood flows through the wound
Tears of salt only make it worse
Though I can't help it.
Others are afraid of who I am
They huddle in shadows
Only hoping that I would go
It was never easy to change
My choice never could explain
Just one question still sets in my mind:
Why should this be?
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 2:05 pm
Sitting in the middle of chaos
I spin a weave of woe
Tales of anger, hatred caused
By only faith alone
Worry not, dear sisters
You'll never be alone
Think not of battles that you fear
For the war shall soon be won
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