Post by corganlover on Dec 30, 2004 0:10:51 GMT -5
I've loved this poem for years, originallly posted by xyi on the official sp forums.... just thought I'd share...
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and so there he was
standing scatching his head as if meaning itself had lost its significance, bright eyes hidden behind as he had been and so the deliverence the riddence the wasted persistence the half empty glass has been left with one sip, set there to take as poison as wisdom as secret potion to reveal the cracked backs of our orphaned dreams and broken bleeding hearts beating for more beating the blurted out words said in our breath blurred banned bored from this world pour me into your glass and mix me with your finger like a shot of synide and tonic and i will become yours to drink from to live like a star fish behind see through glass as they wave with every intent of getting a peice of you the sip is swallowed and soon will transcend into vapor for all to breath in. so there he was with shaky hands they tryed to grasp him but the glass cracked
adoring your mourning soaring in your bordom his sadness never let me go,he was mine and never let me know, his tears watered the morning glories and told so many stories of undying tragedies so many the shelves have colapsed and killed me, id die to be in your stories even if the pages were blank,i am as i seem left in the imagery mucked left with my head fucked lost in between what is and what could only occure in dreams the schemes these silent screams echo and call across you to find the embrace of a laugh and a slap across the face the story is over the morning glories have been left to die to dry from the sunny sky and wilt its petals but still somehow the morning glories will revive and out shine the sunny days
ROCK ON MOURNING GLORIES!!!
rise my dearies take on your worrys and leave the barren minded dollfaced burried in your fury to choke on the tears that broke you the years that forgot you for a circus crowd and the mess they left those who left to look into the reflection that mistaked you for a spec of dust
i am alone my mind is blown my heart is drone this hell is home (piss on the weeds that choke you ) pick up your head and go, tell them i told you of my visions tell them i entered the mouth of the dragon and soaked in his fever and breathed his fire tell them ill be back to demonstate his envy. you will learn roses were grown for their thorns when your heart is torn the tears the tease the conlcusion is always yours to write
the poise, little boy, seek her and destroy, open eyes, he secretly spys, a trap he contrives triumphantly,
he peels back the sealed envelope where she hides no fairys wings could hoist her dreams
her eyes followed his every motion in unfocused trance every thought that crossed was crossed out and trown into a pile under her pillow desire sees past the future and forgets us at the horizon
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and so there he was
standing scatching his head as if meaning itself had lost its significance, bright eyes hidden behind as he had been and so the deliverence the riddence the wasted persistence the half empty glass has been left with one sip, set there to take as poison as wisdom as secret potion to reveal the cracked backs of our orphaned dreams and broken bleeding hearts beating for more beating the blurted out words said in our breath blurred banned bored from this world pour me into your glass and mix me with your finger like a shot of synide and tonic and i will become yours to drink from to live like a star fish behind see through glass as they wave with every intent of getting a peice of you the sip is swallowed and soon will transcend into vapor for all to breath in. so there he was with shaky hands they tryed to grasp him but the glass cracked
adoring your mourning soaring in your bordom his sadness never let me go,he was mine and never let me know, his tears watered the morning glories and told so many stories of undying tragedies so many the shelves have colapsed and killed me, id die to be in your stories even if the pages were blank,i am as i seem left in the imagery mucked left with my head fucked lost in between what is and what could only occure in dreams the schemes these silent screams echo and call across you to find the embrace of a laugh and a slap across the face the story is over the morning glories have been left to die to dry from the sunny sky and wilt its petals but still somehow the morning glories will revive and out shine the sunny days
ROCK ON MOURNING GLORIES!!!
rise my dearies take on your worrys and leave the barren minded dollfaced burried in your fury to choke on the tears that broke you the years that forgot you for a circus crowd and the mess they left those who left to look into the reflection that mistaked you for a spec of dust
i am alone my mind is blown my heart is drone this hell is home (piss on the weeds that choke you ) pick up your head and go, tell them i told you of my visions tell them i entered the mouth of the dragon and soaked in his fever and breathed his fire tell them ill be back to demonstate his envy. you will learn roses were grown for their thorns when your heart is torn the tears the tease the conlcusion is always yours to write
the poise, little boy, seek her and destroy, open eyes, he secretly spys, a trap he contrives triumphantly,
he peels back the sealed envelope where she hides no fairys wings could hoist her dreams
her eyes followed his every motion in unfocused trance every thought that crossed was crossed out and trown into a pile under her pillow desire sees past the future and forgets us at the horizon