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  • My Lung Itches

    14 Ago 2010, 8:17

    My lung itches.
    I reach in through my throat,
    but the itch is on the outside of the lung.
    I try... scratch through my back,
    but the itch is beyong the ribcage,
    my fingers don't go through.
    I try to smoke the itch,
    but thefiberglass worsens it.
    I try to drown the itch,
    but i can breath underwater.
  • Relative motion

    14 Ago 2010, 6:55

    All things expanding evermore.
    No turntable for an interval.
    We turn from each other.
    Who is progressing, you or i?
    Continuation, ceaseless…
    Without aid glitch,
    When will there be again?
  • Atrophy

    9 Ago 2010, 19:28

    Again, i await...
    In atrophy.
    You, occasional sedant.
    Deliver relief of your own agenda.
    Ah, motive? Never i.
    While i... await...
    Still... i await...
    in Atrophy.
  • macabre nursery rhymes rock, these are especially wiked.

    7 Sep 2009, 20:39

    Ring a ring o’ roses,
    A pocket full of posies,
    Ashes, Ashes,
    We all fall down

    Hush-a-bye, baby,
    in the tree top.
    When the wind blows,
    the cradle will rock.
    When the bough breaks,
    the cradle will fall,
    And down will come baby,
    cradle and all.
  • awesome quotes and reason

    7 Sep 2009, 20:02

    How long has it been since someone touched part of you other than your body? ~Laurel Hoodwrit


    No matter where you go or what you do, you live your entire life within the confines of your head. ~Terry Josephson

    "History is written by the victors." -Machiavelli

    We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
    - Oscar Wilde

    A single death is a tragedy, a million deaths is a statistic.
    - Joseph Stalin


    He who has seen present things has seen all, both everything which has taken place from all eternity and everything which will be for time without end; for all things are of one kin and of one form. ~Marcus Aurelius

    The observer, when he seems to himself to be observing a stone, is really, if physics is to be believed, observing the effects of the stone upon himself. ~Bertrand Russell

    Only that in you which is me can hear what I'm saying. ~Baba Ram Dass

    By daily dying I have come to be. ~Theodore Roethke

    There are some remedies worse than the disease. ~Publilius Syrus
  • Fall Noir

    13 Ene 2009, 5:31

    Innuendo of sweet malice nearing...
    Grim death dancing 'round the bend.
    The memories we once thought ours for keeping,
    Like the red leaves of an autumn clearing,
    Slowly dagged through the mire by the wind.
    Whisper of trees, melodic imbroglio!
    The sweetest of sounds.
    A psychotic symphony.
    Did warp my head...
    As was the ballad of tyrany sang,
    Passed through the windpipes of time,
    Carried through the ages, black as snow...
    Blown by the breath of winters past.
    Time and again our lives yet wane
    From warm maroon to indigo.
  • Influx of Time Squander

    5 Ene 2009, 0:48

    That which I crave, sweet interlude!
    That I might pause for a pulse or two,
    Or might a day or four or forth!
    To recall what was I hunted forth.
    Indiction thrice has past me by
    With naught a score of stilled comfort.
    And for a beat, now ponder, bleak;
    If ever such, might or not, be ensured…
    Might eons more yet come to pass
    And not another come to wonder
    If a chron might worth a second more
    Not served upon a silver platter?
    And as for me I've paused and gone,
    And not another strain thought
    Shall again, as now, be put to the matter.
    But perhaps with scores of eons more,
    Forced be this thought upon another.
    For a’ brought with times chaotic reign
    A trifle of importance waned
    That should have gone towards other matters!