"spaghetti"

[dragonfog019]

"spaghetti"
drowning in my own dementia
sliding down the iced hallways of my impulses
flickering torches meagerly lighting the descent
your insipid sweetness sliding through my mind like
spaghetti.
"oh, spaghetti, i get it now."
no, you don't "get it"
you
you and your
munchkin mind
and malicious magnified monsters.
because we're all chickens, you see
still running around without any heads
and the world is made of ice cubes
big ones
not the square kind
the round ones, with little holes in the middle
that you used to like to pick up on your straw
and play with
but we're all trying to melt
and the water slides down
shining, like tears
but the tears stay in the ocean
because they're never allowed outside
and you, with your flowery way of talking
and your mountains of luscious
lollipops
you
you
you just don't "get it"
but then again
nor do i.
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~poe
"not enough ecstasy for me, not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness, music, not enough night."

 

[plazma]

odd... but i have to say... i like it

-plaz out-
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[ C E N S O R E D ]

 

[Noodle]

Word, you are a weird writer. But, you are still cool, even though I'm now *scratching my head*

 

[dragonfog019]

thanks.

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~poe
"not enough ecstasy for me, not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness, music, not enough night."

 

[xena]

cool... i liked it. i don't think i really 'got it'... but the narrator didn't really get it either, and i think that's the idea.

 

[Love.Is.Suicide]

wow...i really liked that. you're a very talented writer...i like your style.