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  | May 19th, 2006 at 10:46pm I know, it's not really a poem, but it's not really a story, either. It's like... a 'storem'...
The Last Trip
The night tiptoed around our misty breath that foisted with the air as we roamed the ancient parterre. The shackles were thrown on it years ago as conviction quarantined it from past memories. The fodder-like grass cushioned our secrets as we gazed at the broken sky. The soliloquy no one could hear solemnized with the stars of the fallacious familiarity. We took an alias and an alibi as the sun parted Heaven and Hell… an alembic to comfort humanity.
One could call this just, but not this time. The natural holster of odium disgusts even the greatest of villains. Our hands dropped to our sides as slowly as a fervent music note decimates the life once lived. Standing before us with a soft but minatory smile, he decried everything of the fallacious familiarity of our journey.
One could call this just with a daunting scream piercing through the red, apple tree garden. I stood as a dowager, but never a bride. |
Misanthropist
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Posts: 23279 | May 19th, 2006 at 10:53pm It seemed like a monologue. It was okay..I liked this bit: Our hands dropped to our sides as slowly as a fervent music note decimates the life once lived. It was fun to say out loud. Good job. |
Inari
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Posts: 2538 | May 20th, 2006 at 12:50pm Cool.
Loving the imagery and that. |
Skullivan.[Im Not Okay]
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Posts: 225 | May 21st, 2006 at 03:14pm wow! there sure where a lot of long words in there! but i loved it  |
