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Cigarette

Aug 30, 2003, 8:14:51 PM by ~hilarynotallowed
Literature / Poetry / Old Poetry Structure / Dark

Death haunts us all, said
the cigarette to the insane
man. What we are is not
who we are, and life is a
drizzle from the smog
ridden rainy cigarette. If
one jumps from a rock,
one chooses to. The rock
moves neither here nor
there. However, the rock
exists, not merely to
provide a choice jumping
location, but to give unto
those covetous of death
a true friend. Now, some
may say "cigarette is
death is life though, yet
depression rolled up in
flirtatious manner."
Bringeth death or killer
of life yet leave alone he
who says no to the man
wanting death over love.
Love of what though?
Rock or man or merely
figments, life is life and
death is death.

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My Confidant We are two infinitesimal beings originating from the multitudes.
You see yourself as less than nothing, an extreme latitude,
whereas I, in my arrogance, see myself as far superior,
a consciousness in no way altruistic or humble.

Yet, life's comical plot would have us lured
into great want of the other's word.
I speak to you now through neither tongue nor missive,
but rather the ignoble device which has numbed the masses.

You find me cordial, with my attentive fascination,
but face to face, a victim of castration.
You are ignorant of my attempts to dazzle you,
with clever words and deficient insights.

You love me, my friend, My Confidant by ~hilarynotallowed

The Fall Of Poetry I'm sick of poems today,
'cause people have nothing to say.
All they write about is love,
a subject which they know nothing of.
They write of their relationship, a quid pro quo,
with the intellectual equivalence of a kid's tv show.
They write about betrayal, jealousy, kindness and greed,
and about the lover they dream of, the lover they need.
Should the writer bother to rhyme,
rest assured there's no rhythm or time.
I do not always employ each attribute,
but to forget them completely, or label them minute,
would be to deny most poetry it's full potential.
The word is out, rhyming and time are not essential.
It's so easy to writeThe Fall Of Poetry by ~hilarynotallowed

The Misinterpretation of a Con The methodical disarrangement of a system in it's quintessential state,
is an abominable act performed merely to attract a mate.
One might suppose such a scenario to be true,
a simple answer to a conditioned view.
Youthful rebellion is blamed on such
unfocused desperation for the maturing touch.
A fundamental need to be strong and tough,
an insatiable desire where nothing's enough.
To make distinguished through skillful brawling,
and to prove one's self in one's true calling.
But our youths are the ones with a conditioned mind,
conditioned of course by their own kind.
For the conditioned adult sees delinquency in the child,
but iThe Misinterpretation of a Con by ~hilarynotallowed

Symbiotic Our relationship is unhealthy, it's true.
Mere symbiosis will never do.
For while you reap the fruits of our dear friendship,
I'm starved on the scraps that I tear from your lip.
So I'm writing this poem just for you,
in hopes that we may start anew.
It's really just a thought though,
for the truth is, I know,
that the only love that's shown,
is mine and mine alone.
So while the rhyming is not good,
and the lack of insight is understood,
it's to let you know that you're adored,
and I expect my advances to be ignored.
I know our relationship is at it's end,
because I can never be just your friend.
I'll stop at this for my own nSymbiotic by ~hilarynotallowed

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~MyImmortalBeloved Feb 10, 2004

Mir! Look at my icon!!!!

I'm sooooo happy! Mayonakaryoko made it for me!

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"My thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all...No one else can ever possess my heart - never...Oh continue to love me

!toots Aug 30, 2003

WOW!!!! so what do you do here? You've not posted but one poem, nothing else at all, this place could use some dusting up, and a few art works placed just to the left....yep...I can see the possiblites!!! Nice poem!! please please write more, you're very very good!!

~Katie