Feign interest.
"God! You waste my time, you waste my breath, you waste everything that touches you!"
"What...?"
"Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, FUCK OFF!"
Why? Why, why, why, why, why, why?
"No-one loves their job," that's what his mother said. Set the ball rolling and let us play. Not chasing, but running from it, like a child from a dog that had been the toy.
Tension knots my thoughts and they set so quick as I restrain myself for your benefit. Perhaps for mine. For me. Because my benefit is to be your cushion. That or a footstool.
The middle is not a good place to be. Better to be lost. Lost completely. Better than the bottom, though. Maybe. Unless you know your place.
Then the knowledge becomes the spear that runs through you.
I know you do not know I saw it all and there was little of it. With you, with him, with them. The same thin skin stretched over your counterfeit faces.
A world of one.
And I revolve around no-one.
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Somewhat Abstruse (title)
Feeding frenzy.
I have no point.
We do not care: we have blunt teeth.
How do you say 'Hallelujah' in the morning?
Rolling meadows, a world in the making.
Satisfaction only for the half-at-heart; a good night's sleep and no steps taken.
Avoiding nothing by hiding in its eye.
A good child at school. Aware before the rest through their parents' closed eyes.
Born into luck or born lucky. The story ends the same.
Those who could not be you and want to be but do not know it, well meaning, despise you. Protect what they destroy.
It changed. It changes back. A side of you you cannot see. In part. A part is enough to measure.
Good day to you. The best option.
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And here I am again. No me.
Trained from birth by the unknowings; a weak's commentary.
Stay afloat without kicking - but in a more solid place.
Once you found a key, you have to use it. Only if.
Applause.
7 comments:
Red. I dunno. Can you sing it? :P
Danny. Thanks! I think I might try a poem some time soon, too. Then again, probably not!
so... did "they" or did they not, go fuck themselves? clever no-One has so many faces!
Who does One believe?
on a somewhat related note, i've never had a footstep; seems like such a empty luxury. besides, what good would a footstep be, when the feet are always running?
mr. no-stars, this was, as always, lovely cryptic - impossible. so, so you. ("you" being used loosely, of course)
*stool...stooool
yet another interesting thought bears down on me, no stars you know how to get my feelings rolling but where the hell have you been?
I'm sure we have something to do...
admin: we do, we do. my fault entirely. I shall be in touch.
Isis - hello too! Nice new site, btw - are you following a trend or did you just fancy a change?
Gd - are you saying you're sample material?
i had no idea you could also do comedy, mr. no-sense :P
GD - lofraal - ;)
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