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Poetry Died: The Simple Truth
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Monday, January 7, 2008. A double sin strikes back with rage. Showing its teeth and biting hard. The creature that doesn't have an age. For years, just building anger in its cage. You got it wrong, you've got no wild card. And while you're fighting to survive. With broken legs and bleeding eyes. You start to see what caused your dive. You start to be so painfully alive. Forever despising your natural disguise. Your open wounds tell you a story. And now you know it isn't about luck. Show only posts in:.
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Poetry Died: Masochism refractar
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009. Şi rupe palnia spre soare. Trage-te tare de picioare. Încuie-ţi uşa de la cap. Ochii aruncă-i în scânteie. Mai dă-ţi apoi un bobârnac. Şi scurge-te ca o crâmpeie. Iar dacă încă totuşi speri. Striveşte-ţi nasul cu lopata. Drenează sânge cu găleata. Întoarce-ţi oasele prin piele. Sparge-ţi dinţii cu pietricele. Jupoaie-ţi pielea cu un ac. Şi astupă-te într-un copac. Cum ai facut şi-n alte seri. De-aici, de-acum, să nu mai ceri. Disturbing visual images. I LIKE IT! Noi promova...
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Poetry Died: Virgin Suicides
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Tuesday, April 1, 2008. All you have got is a fake treasure. Kept on a missing thirteenth floor. A rubber toy gives you the pleasure. That all those warriors are begging for. Too busy snorting dreams and candies. Hateful enough to blindly see. Hot-blooded girls with wicked dandies. Tired enough to set you free. App am pus si eu cateva poezii pe blog. dak vrei, poti sa arunci o privire;). April 4, 2008 at 10:50 PM. I adore the title! Fertile imagination, as usual :D. April 7, 2008 at 1:48 AM.
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Poetry Died: Walking Ears
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Monday, March 3, 2008. A war of sounds takes place in silence. The music beats, the screaming crowd. The moaning horny girls, pure violence. A never-ending fight of which we are so proud. But each and every sound leaves traces. The ear learns and it demands more. Abused and sick of all those places. Being too late to see the door. It would have all been very easy. If we were only walking ears. We could have grown up soft and cheesy. Being afraid of wax, not tears. Awesome, as usual. Show only posts in:.
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Poetry Died: Sister Ships
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008. A strange and unexpected word. Crawls down between your lips and disappears. It's like the last fall of a bird. That dies while flying through your fears. The word is gone now, but there's no time to quit. So you still hear it, a ghost of silent thoughts. Two rusted sister ships that finally have split. Different time zones, resting in different spots. March 21, 2008 at 1:18 AM. March 21, 2008 at 2:36 AM. So keep going and I'll always be here to encourage you :). Yog - that's me.
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Poetry Died: Soul Mechanics
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Tuesday, February 19, 2008. I have the tools to fix you up. Ten dreams of shame and a sledge hammer. You can't resist a dirty cop. I know the type, you're all about the glamour. You reminded me of Orwell's 1984. Have you read it? February 19, 2008 at 11:39 PM. Haven't read the book, but I've seen the movie, if that counts :P. February 20, 2008 at 1:08 AM. Wa333 didnt like the movie at all. however, the book is a masterpiece. Citizen erased(a song by Muse) is inspired from that book. Show only posts in:.
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Poetry Died: Just another Troubled Kid
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Friday, January 18, 2008. Just another Troubled Kid. You ask for salt, they give you sugar. You scream in pain, they pat you on the back. Supportive smiles, "you're strong, girl". A silent play, an empty useless bomb-rack. So naturally you feel alone again, and lame. It's sad to realize you're just another troubled kid. And they are many, so you're the one to blame. For acting stupid, for everything you ever did. Welcome to the club ;D. January 19, 2008 at 12:30 AM. The band postal service.
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Poetry Died: Naturally
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007. We use to lie and hurt ourselves. During the spring of our lives,. The present always feels like knives. Stuck in our bright past, dusty shelves. Another week, then Jingle Bells. Lord of the boards connecting seasons. Three steps to clean yourself a little,. So build a snowman and then whittle. Some candies for the ones in prisons. Just to remember, stick some stickers. You live and die so smile for Christmas. December 17, 2007 at 12:37 AM. December 17, 2007 at 1:06 AM.
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Poetry Died: Snake
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Monday, December 1, 2008. You throw a ball against the wall. Expecting to bounce back right into your hands. But then you stumble and you fall. The ball passes you by, without having regrets. At first, you just don't understand. Crippled there on the pavement, hearing that awful sound. Some cars, maybe just other children, the bang-bang. The guilt; maybe you just deserve to lie there on the ground. Another month, another year, another ball, another wall. 8220;Hey there, so tell me, after all,.
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Poetry Died: The Morning After
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Sunday, February 10, 2008. As you wake up, the north wind current. You know by now exactly what it teaches. The roaring waves of seaside winter storms. Crushing hard on cold and empty beaches. Perfect, as usual! February 12, 2008 at 12:06 AM. Thank you, I'm glad you like it :). February 13, 2008 at 12:53 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Show only posts in:. Clipe amestecate de vant. Looks emo but it isn't. Yog - that's me. Harmony Within Chaos - my other blog. Binefacere.ro - Intre oameni.
