Take THAT society!


Rainbows and oil puddlesWhy doesnt people write about happiness? Why do they always say "no happy man has a muse."Rainbows and oil puddles
Is the artists muse only a sadistic child that cattle-prods our feelings into action? I have never seen a poem about happiness only anger lonliness hopless love and political science.
I will change this, one poem at a time if I have to.
DEATH TO THE MUSE AND THE HELL IT CAME FROM!!!!
Teh ID
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QwertyI taste pine and music notes I smell the eyes watching from the smoke I see the colors of life and death I hear the canary yellow's golden breath The music feels like satin in my treasure-chest heart The one thing keeping me from falling apartQwerty
Caught in the space between Stuck between two worlds I cannot see They pass and laugh like wooden figures
on the merry-go-round I wait and wish for sea-salt tears to leave a trail so I can be found
Mannequins and puppets just like me Trapped in cracking bodies, screaming to be free I am not the one w


tomorrow sounds like you.tomorrow, i'll be lying to you through a clenched jaw prepared for you to notice this amongst other nervous ticks. i want to be found out when i say i don't miss you, when i say i don't need you, or love you. i want you to know what i'm saying when i'm not saying anything at all.tomorrow sounds like you.
tomorrow, i'll be talking about nothing at the top of my lungs and you'll be ignoring me. sound waves will be crashing on empty shores with no one there to greet them and the sand will get between my fingers and in my hair. i won't be able to get rid of this feeling for days. and i'll care even when i know i shouldn't.
tomorrow, i'll s
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Why is a raven like a writing desk?
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If you have time to breathe, you have time to buy my BRAND NEW 2009 SKETCHBOOK on sale now.
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"In accordance to the Prophecy!"
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A soul in a dolls body,
perfect,
but still in pain...
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