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Author Topic: Poem: "Hate the chorus, Love the verse."  (Read 1212 times)
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Poem: "Hate the chorus, Love the verse."
« on: February 22, 2004, 02:31:22 PM »

I wrote this last night.









"Hate the chorus, love the verse."
                         

                Eyes heavy while I stare at these walls,
            that once held the secrets of the world.
     
                 Blank looks-
            transfer our thoughts into treason
                 
                  Using scissors, when all I needed was your
             softly spoken threats-
            Of hating choruses and loving the verse,
          Knowing that's when trouble taints you.
         
             Just keep putting off sleep
           Or the illusion that drones on in a robot symphony.

         While slumbering prophets sleep somewhere,
                with screaming things by their side.
         The brightest corners I will ever witness, and the sun was once God.

          Warm things and happy smiles betrayed me,
        And-No I'm not really sorry, but you won't forgive me anyway.

           You paid your debt to me,
while neither of us will ever be indebted to each other, as long as we know
      the world is really flat.

            Lemonade and summer headaches, all my real love was lived.

         Minor hints and insipience, when the water dried on our skin.
          First kisses and Final ones
         Only doting children could find

       The umbrella I held, even one more cigarette,
     as the ashes spilled on your faithful lies.
      I walk around puddles and have second thoughts
       Boredom is what drove you to me for five minutes.
     
                No moment longer
        Kissing was only funny because, we knew our hate was stronger.
          I am renouncing nothing, yet I'm trading you away
         But this is the right time,
   now that we've grown a little younger.

      I'll make the music you'll dance to someday

      None of this was real
       Truth only means you're lying the right way.
      You broke me,
    Temporarily
 I love the other version of you in some witch's second life

When baby new year becomes old, and rubble flows from our mouths
     
                   Cry for war
                   and laugh at peace
                   Just leave me!
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