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4 March, 2009 at 12:50 pm #344903
a daughter
Brad stared through the dirty soot-smeared window on the 22nd floor of the office tower. Overcome with depression he slid the window open and jumped through it. It was a sheer drop outside the building to the ground. Miraculously after he landed he was completely unhurt. Since there was nothing to cushion his fall or slow his descent, how could he have survived the fall?
2 March, 2009 at 11:37 pm #344900The maker doesn’t want it, the buyer doesn’t use it, and the user doesn’t see it. What is it?
28 February, 2009 at 8:33 pm #393286you’re such a (mal)teaser (or something)….
27 February, 2009 at 4:07 pm #306822Cigarette smoke, hot and bitter to the taste
rolling from painted lips, cold as the grave
unfeeling eyes, dead to the world
the executioner smile of a whore-Frost lattice on the concrete
where the brave dare not tread.
Another unfortunate born through pain-Of glass, the darkened room
never graced by happiness
another sad memory to be forgotten-The reason why I came here,
why? For something?
why? For nothing?
why is this so hard?-wood desk, a purpose with structure.
False reason and illogic
bound within castles of steel and glass tiers-roll down the cheek of lost Valentine
is it my fault you were never mine?
Is this why you left?-Or right? Choices, choices
one or the other,
both different and same.
Now make up your mind-The step on your way down.
live with the fate
shown on the dice
your hand rolled-Cigarette smoke, hot and bitter to the taste
27 January, 2009 at 9:05 pm #306819Ephemeral
O’ fleeting moment
compressed into grains of eternal sand
our crystaline legacy
through which our children are damned
hang on to sweet fallacy
with attempted atonement27 January, 2009 at 9:02 pm #306818Irony
I’m the phoenix
so excuse me while I crash and burn
the truth is that life’s many lessons
you never get chance to learn(pardon me as I swallow my tongue)
So sell my soul and write an I.O.U
’cause after they’ve taken the lion’s share
the debt all men must pay to
seems nothing more than bus fare(one way ticket, three strikes and you’re out)
So throw me on the pyre
and set me aflame
and then we start over, again and again
my corpse gibbeted upon false desire(now ain’t life just a b!tch)
16 January, 2009 at 4:38 pm #306816A call to arms!
A call to rise!
The cause may be false
But that’s no surpriseWhy bother with something
As transient as truth
Who cares about reason
So long as there’s excuseSo come one, come all
To worship at this profaned altar
Because ignorance is the one faith
That never seems to falter8 January, 2009 at 1:42 pm #383016how about a normal penguin then?…or perhaps an accordian playing moose dj?…. did I mention the penguin?
7 January, 2009 at 12:00 am #383014a rabid penguin
26 November, 2008 at 4:31 pm #64856age
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