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Post by bezzerkker on Jun 11, 2004 0:13:46 GMT -5
The song echoes my soul mesmerizing, I'm losing control Ballad of pain, suffering Familiar, a bell does ring I'm trapped in myself My mind is my cell We're both stained Expressions are pained Songwriter that mirrors my soul How did ou keep control? Or was it too much? What was your crutch? I need some advice Not the blinding lies I'm crying for help I'm trapped in myself
yeah... this was inspired by a song by staind
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Post by a shy cat on Jun 18, 2004 20:09:57 GMT -5
what song? and i like the poem
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Post by bezzerkker on Jun 19, 2004 1:01:31 GMT -5
just about most of the songs on "14 shades of grey" I can't remember the specific song that sparked the poem, if I find it, I'll post it
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Post by Andrew on Jun 24, 2004 17:23:44 GMT -5
goto a doctor, sing happy songs. But yes the poem is really spendly laid out and rhymed. I like it, but make happy poems you lazy thing you.
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Post by bezzerkker on Jun 24, 2004 22:57:38 GMT -5
I like happy songs! Like the chocobo theme from final fantasy games... and then there is um... maybe you're right, I should see a doctor. I'll go see my pediatrist, but I don't think he'll be able to help me
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Post by Andrew on Jun 24, 2004 22:59:31 GMT -5
Point Proven. Case Closed. Prosecuters Prosectuted. And i have no clue wtf im saying. But that is A-OK.
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Post by bezzerkker on Jun 24, 2004 23:03:21 GMT -5
I plead the fifth amendment!!
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Post by Andrew on Jun 24, 2004 23:05:42 GMT -5
I plead the fifth amendment!! Which is?
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Post by bezzerkker on Jun 24, 2004 23:10:21 GMT -5
refusal to testify since doing so would incriminate you
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Post by Andrew on Jun 24, 2004 23:24:50 GMT -5
..now i seriously suggest you go to a doctor.. mental fixation one..
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Post by bezzerkker on Jun 24, 2004 23:27:39 GMT -5
what the fifth amendment is would probably be one of the few useful things I remember from 8th grade US history
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Post by Andrew on Jun 24, 2004 23:29:39 GMT -5
you remember 8th grade?
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Post by bezzerkker on Jun 24, 2004 23:34:59 GMT -5
some of it, except what the post traumatic amnesia blocks out its not too long ago for me, I just got outta being freshmeat
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Post by bezzerkker on Jun 24, 2004 23:48:12 GMT -5
...make happy poems you lazy thing you. I dug up an old happy poem for ya. Its a love poem, and it is sorta sad, but oh well. Its the closest thing to a happy poem I could find FireFire, Fire, burning bright Contained in my embrace tonight Ever warming, ever burning Ever restless, ever yearning Longing for passions denied Fire lies unquenched tonight Fire, Fire, burning bright Contained in my embrace tonight Glowing evers behind brown eyes Burning 'til the Fuel burns dry In moans and purrs, more Fuel is burned 'till all secret passions are learned Fire, Fire, burning bright Contained in my embrace tonight Flames, well stoked and fed Loneliess, we both dread Playing with Fire comes to an end Fire, burning off support I lend Fire, Fire, burning bright Contained in my embrace tonight I didn't mean it to sound dirty when, but it sorta does... >.<
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Post by Andrew on Jun 24, 2004 23:56:16 GMT -5
Sing it, record, send it to me. I'll be happy all day. very nice
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