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Published: 2008-03-05 05:55:03 +0000 UTC; Views: 125; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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I sat upon my lying chairWith lying eyes and lying fears.
A story returns as a thought-
A reminder that I don't call shots.
Wanting Everything and Nothing more-
Nothing loved behind 9 doors.
While Everything fought and Everything ran
Nothing decided to screw with its lands.
When land was rigged, men fell in line.
Peace then turned to bloody fines.
All 9 doors broke down in hate.
Desperate times force desperate fates.
Everything died and Nothing came back.
Everything hated to face the facts.
Without the other, Nothing grew;
Everything lost; Nothing made news.
My lying chair turned to dust.
My lying eyes saw fits of lusts.
The lying fear turned to shame.
This brand new world gave way to aims.
Everything was one more goal,
But it and Nothing became mere souls.
I miss the days before the war,
But before the war no love explores.
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Comments: 6
halloweenfiends [2008-03-08 05:43:19 +0000 UTC]
Beautiful ha ha. It's great, seriously (you think I'm kidding don't you?). But that reminds me; do you want me to put up some new poetry?
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splitmoons In reply to halloweenfiends [2008-03-09 19:08:31 +0000 UTC]
Part of me thinks you could be kidding, but you never know. Yes, I'd love to finally read your writing style. I actually wouldn't mind if you took you poetry posted now and re-add them as individual works rather than one huge post. It's overwhelming to see it like that.
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halloweenfiends In reply to splitmoons [2008-03-10 03:11:50 +0000 UTC]
Nah, not going to re-ad them, but I will write some more.
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splitmoons In reply to ForbiddenNinja [2008-03-07 07:22:27 +0000 UTC]
Not at all. This was simply inspired from studying World War I.
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ForbiddenNinja In reply to splitmoons [2008-03-07 19:07:45 +0000 UTC]
exactly what were doing right now
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