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panic in paradise said:
^my poem actually contained an "E".

fail fail fail fail fail!

I felt FEA's facepalm from here, and that made it all worth the while, for me.
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I just sent 4EA my first submission yesterday, he reminded me via PM as I completely forgot! I'd love to submit another 2, at least 1 anyway. But the clock is ticking and I've got something like 36 hours, eek! - but I'll see what magic I can weave. Also writing without an e I found rather peculiar. :)

Ash. <3
 
Peter peeled paint patiently
Roger raped raccoons indefinitely

Wine doesn't age if you drink it
Sea; a dead boat

Sink it
 
we are eurotrash
endlessly running

and when we crash
it'll be fascinating

we are eurotrash
our heads are spinning

for it is our cash
that is disappearing

we are eurotrash
always losing

our stash
 
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theyll consider you a lesser

quiet in your ways

a dumbed down melon ball

with all the worlds pain at bay

a hand you offer

one many will scorn

do keep trying

for each soul unborn

what can i say

not sounding like a lie

when what is believable

is what can been seen and rationalized

to preserve for each his own

what is worth more then yet known

by the eyes receptive of a vision

that the mind interprets as shown

my home is a lonely place to others

who hide in their will

never thinking of how

only why

only why at that moment of time

of which times hands cloak and disguise

with the fear of the future

and each past second

as this moments present alibi

_________merged
oh i am but a candles wax

ignorant and melting then
no wait!
kept firm

you?

hiding behind laughs, an apple eating worm

or as from the shit from a bull
and its steaming gas
formless waste

hold yourself so close

because

otherwise you
wont last

:p



nsfw tag added because of size
 
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The ink that wrote that letter,
They all should have known better,
To pen such a recipe was foolish and wrong,
Now it's heard from the rooftops, sung,
People query ancient thoughts,
Seldom find advice amidst evil sorts,
Tear this blindfold from my eyes,
I need no exterior con like disguise,
I'm the enemy, go lock up your wives,
Cause I'm coming, and I got sharp fucking knives.

<3
 
pelican ducked down, grabbed a fish
gulped it down whole
the fat bastard, the blimp in the sky
that fat motherfucker.
better stop this alcoholism,
better get a grip -
you know you've gone mentally ill
when you see a pelican that you want to kill
 
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to dream
to be another soul
to be out of this hole

will I one day feel the calmness
of the morning
will tenderness

pose its golden arms around me
I want to see the beauty of it all

will I one day feel you

as if I was you
is it possible

to be you

tell me
all this isn't

useless
tell me

princess
 
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to be the thought
of another soul dreaming

the princess maidens come promising dreams
with saffron stuffed pillows
and wine near sweet they seem

carrying you along
the rolling ends and fringes of time
only existing as patience to thee

and born only in rhyme
 
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You're a lamb for the slaughter,
A pestle without a mortar,
Everything will work out,
In the end.

I married your daughter,
When you wanted to abort her,
Who's laughing now?
Old sad man.
 
How often must your body clash with mine?
(Two universes of a different language)
How often must you turn away unsatisfied?
(Only part, not the whole)
How many days will you claw for truths?
(Within the cells of another)
Before you realise it is yourself you must love,
(The truths reside within you.)

....

For now, you are trapped within my mirror room,
Fighting imaginary demons,
Screaming at the face in the mirror.

....

Take flight now, with all that you have not learned,

Sit idle in a quiet room.

Listen to yourself.

Listen to your nothing.
 
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where art thou
romeo, juliet?
brad, angelina?
i wrote a long letter
with a feather, but scrunched it up.
much easier to thumb out
on plastic, and quicker,
than post.
 
There was a sound in the bushes
Aimed straight for my ears
But I do not listen
A bubbling cauldron
Too full to care

Upon the breeze, carried is a song
A beat and rhythm long since moved on
Screaming of disease, trying to struggle on
Time and distance ticking along
Oh, how wrong and wrong it is

Ash. <3
 
sextrash Coppola
double-dipping crayons
and smearing shit
across
tiled walls

flashback enemas
to razorsharp felatio
to discarded waste

flashback to seminal atrophy
Apocalypse, now
 
do not disturb
head is a mess
a dirty sink

nothing is pink
it's a process
with no ending

days are the same
and fucking lame
am I dreaming

when will this end
and will it end
this is fucking

unbearable
 
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