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Shelf Life
Posted On 05/01/2010 08:42:42 by AnarchyBurger

I am an old toy worn from playtimes past
My plastic has lost it's shine
I am a board game forgotten from childhood
Collecting dust in your closet
I am your Atari traded for the newest console
Outdated and laughable
I long for the day you reach for me instead
Set down your laptop and love me

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A Truth Told by Trees
Posted On 03/12/2010 16:40:40 by Beetlejuice
How sweet is the pain that aches within a hollowed chest.
Singing of more sorrow then a sparrow heard inside an eagle's chest.
The flow of life is dying, and time's eternal sleep is nying.
But you care more, for all the less gore, trusting the world's reality to the core.
It seems to we, so spoke the trees, that reality is an illusion.
It's thought that become things, not thoughts about beings, which guides the delusion.
No, you're blind, like the rest of your kind, trapp... Read More



Haiti's Hell
Posted On 03/12/2010 16:39:30 by Beetlejuice
Lose your mind as it twists and binds,
taking in the recurring news,
as the world in balance becomes unglued.
The storms rage and the Earth quakes,
heaven shivered from hell's ruthless shake,
taking vegenance upon the rue.
Hope dies as fears rise,
arms reaching towards the sky,
pleading for the answer from God to the question "Why?"
Innocence ruined and crushed like a young heart's lust,
all for the world to fuss.
Over. And over help is cried for,
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The Mind
Posted On 03/12/2010 16:38:34 by Beetlejuice
Screaming and shaking,
the steel nerves are breaking,
you tell me its time that I failed.
Push me and bribe me,
then act stupid and strike me,
what more could I add to this damaged tale?
My soul is infected,
my anger unaffiicted,
the mind possessing myself.
The bruises are hueing
as the heart is ruing,
even death couldn't give us any help.
Values forgotten,
purity rottened,
my world is becoming my hell.
The voices are calling,
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Love Poem
Posted On 12/27/2009 08:33:47 by faircareers

I want to write you
a love Poem as headlong
as our creek
after thaw
when we stand
on its dangerous
banks and watch it carry
with it every twig
every dry leaf and branch
in its path
every scruple
when we see it
so swollen
with runoff
that even as we watch
we must grab
each other
and step back
we must grab each
other or
get our shoes
soaked we must
grab each other

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