LurkingNowadays I just look at what others have created, having lost my muse some time ago.
Ichi ni san yon go roku shichi hachi kyu ju
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Turning a Deaf EarMy rasping voice Echoes rage from a dry throat Expired after hours of drilling Word after word into your thick skull. God dammit, you just don\'t listen.Turning a Deaf Ear
Do you?
I\'ve got nothing left; I started off pulling my punches, And ended up pushing my weight into Every expletive I flung at you. Now I\'m on my knees, Grabbing at my cracked, dry throat, Coughing and choking As my face turns red And your ignorance eats me from inside out. Are you even listening? Do you even care?
What will it take To get my message through to
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The Need and the SicknessBite.The Need and the Sickness
God how you thrash beneath me Rage in climax Nails raking skin of my back
Spit.
Sweat drunk of liquor Christ your screams are loud Gasps and grunts
Lick.
Sticky honey skin Sweet sugar of infection Pissed on arousal inside you
Grind.
Friction heat eruption Too much to bear Split you open and laugh
Suck.
Feed my animal lust Quench your bestial thirst Massacre morals
Chew.
Inch by inch of feral abuse Chafe and push harder Collap
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I don\'t understand.
You speak my language But I don\'t understand.
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You show me things familiar, Sounds I\'ve heard before, You move in ways I know, But I still don\'t understand.
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You express all my feelings, Re-live times long past, You know all that I do, But I still don\'t understand.
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You\'re with me in the morning, All the way to bed, You live right beside me, &
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Self DecayTrue to my word I dominate.Self Decay
Excuse you For reading out Wrong dictionary Foreign tongue And sickfelt mind.
Blame me not Your trouble is yours For misleading The leader. Accept now For what she is.
Bear me the child I form From wicked ways And poisonous lips. Plaything, Dry those eyes And hold my fist Close to bear.
Waters cannot wash away Sediment in your soul Erosions of me Feeding your shores. Tyranny not my governing But for representative stress Seated
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- Current Residence: SW PA, USA
- Interests: Music, Photography, Fantasy Literature
- Favourite movie: Heat
- Favourite band or musician: Tool / Nine Inch Nails
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative / Vocal Trance
- Favourite artist: Parkinson/Caldwell/Elmore
- Favourite poet or writer: Frederich Nietzsche
- Favourite style of art: Digital Abstract
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: WinAmp
- Shell of choice: 7.62mm NATO
- Wallpaper of choice: http://www.digitalblasphemy.com
- Skin of choice: Leah's
- Favourite game: Syphon Filter: The Omega Strain
- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox 360
- Favourite cartoon character: Master Shake
- Tools of the Trade: Fuji FinePix 2600Z, PSP 7.0
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I think that about sums up my stance on the visual art vs. prose problem.
:lmoa: too damn funny and right on!
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I feel as though I am living with people who are not yet born, with monsters who escape from the womb before their time.
Yeah those patterns are the thing I liked about it, and probably the only reason I submitted it on DA.
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id comment on your work, but i dont sound to smart when talking about poetry
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