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Bluelighter
- Joined
- Nov 18, 2006
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there's a word for it... but i forget... and i'm sure there used to be a thread for it, but i couldn't find it. so instead i start a new one and hope i'm not missing something. why do i keep thinking its called anemic writing? that's kinda sad =P
anywayz...
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I've done all this
written all this before
i keep looking for answers
but i know not where to look anymore
so i keep searching inside myself
for something true to hold
something deep and meaningful
that saves me from the cold
i seek and search and summon forth
from deep inside my soul
some kind of understanding
that don't leave me in a hole
don't wanna be just another bum
living off the dole
so i look, and listen, and ask and quest
stupid questions to stump some
and prove they're not the best
to give myself some hope in finding
some kind of truth that is not binding
some kind of hope to set me free
from all this hopeless monotomy
some kind of soul to call my own
with desperate hope
i seek the unknown
will i find it
no one knows
will it shine
could it be prose?
could all i seek be found within
the endless writing i begin
could, perhaps, i find myself
within the readings on a shelf
or is whats real a future thought
something from before the naught
am i seeking the wrong way
should i be destroying this common day?
i know whats wrong
and i can point
but i don't know if i can annoint
the actions that i hold so dear
despite the obvious
the pure and clear
all i see
thats left for me
is shit that will not let me be.
run, run
have fun
extended cum
on what is dumb
100% proof rum
it cures the slum
instills a numb
ass fucks a bum
them lables a chum
this is a sum
to complete a plum
a sweet and juicy tase for some
but not for me
i want to see
and world thats free
thats fit for me
that never loses hope or love
and symbolizes the flying dove
and never tries to impede progression
just for the stability of a lying parliamentary session
so society can feel it's holding a four leaf clover
whe the truth is
this shit world
aint far from over
anywayz...
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I've done all this
written all this before
i keep looking for answers
but i know not where to look anymore
so i keep searching inside myself
for something true to hold
something deep and meaningful
that saves me from the cold
i seek and search and summon forth
from deep inside my soul
some kind of understanding
that don't leave me in a hole
don't wanna be just another bum
living off the dole
so i look, and listen, and ask and quest
stupid questions to stump some
and prove they're not the best
to give myself some hope in finding
some kind of truth that is not binding
some kind of hope to set me free
from all this hopeless monotomy
some kind of soul to call my own
with desperate hope
i seek the unknown
will i find it
no one knows
will it shine
could it be prose?
could all i seek be found within
the endless writing i begin
could, perhaps, i find myself
within the readings on a shelf
or is whats real a future thought
something from before the naught
am i seeking the wrong way
should i be destroying this common day?
i know whats wrong
and i can point
but i don't know if i can annoint
the actions that i hold so dear
despite the obvious
the pure and clear
all i see
thats left for me
is shit that will not let me be.
run, run
have fun
extended cum
on what is dumb
100% proof rum
it cures the slum
instills a numb
ass fucks a bum
them lables a chum
this is a sum
to complete a plum
a sweet and juicy tase for some
but not for me
i want to see
and world thats free
thats fit for me
that never loses hope or love
and symbolizes the flying dove
and never tries to impede progression
just for the stability of a lying parliamentary session
so society can feel it's holding a four leaf clover
whe the truth is
this shit world
aint far from over
