Laura's Poem.

by Prophecies In Kodak   May 24, 2007


Scattered crayons have got a simple essence
And I've got the compulsive urge to watch them roll around the floor.
I've been giving and taking so much from the fountain that..
I've had my fill of selfishness and there isn't a drop to drink here anymore.
Three cheers for tyranny and counting by your two's
As you make way for the schizophrenic man with the one track mind
Who holds his split personalities to his body like they're his poker hand
And keeps conformity close to him like no other lifestyle is worth his time.
Little does he know.. I've stolen his drink from him for a pretty penny
While walking clockwise around the cliff of dehydration tonight.
And he'll pull out his second self just to ask me once in a monotone voice,
"Young man.. could you be of some help and lend this old man a light?"
But I've got the words selfish and ungrateful running through my veins,
You can see the very words swimming underneath my sun burned skin,
Like a color coded bar graph made from the very crayons I spoke of,
Along with the familiar feeling of belligerance that the government tried to bottle in.
Because, those men will suck you dry of everything you ever had
Then leave you alone to rot in your own sins and wine, alone you'll sit.
While hoping you had an ounce of confidence you had when you were younger
As you die on your own inside of the sand boxes you played in as you were a kid.
That's the very way that they always wanted it, you know
To finish you off the in very first place you were to begin.
Because, the ending isn't the ending without any recognition involved
It doesn't matter that anyone in this room has been working and teething
Through the gums of their new found faliure and equations never solved.
I must tell you.. it was a top notch performance the black market gave us;
They're preparing with all fire arms to take the schizophrenic man down
But he sticks to his defenses with little or no respect for me or them..
So he'll die with his dignity along with and empty glass and scattered crayons upon the ground.

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  • 13 years ago

    by mistressxsork

    "Young man.. could you be of some help and lend this old man a light?"
    But I've got the words selfish and ungrateful running through my veins,
    You can see the very words swimming underneath my sun burned skin,

    ^^. The best lines throughout. Kinda sad that I don't know what to say about this one though.. it was very good, don't get me wrong. -shrugs- 4.5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

    As you die on your own inside of the sand boxes you played in as you were a kid.
    [[One. I love this line. Two. I also love how you always refer to the time as a kid, as if it was a forgotten time. I don't know. =) ]]

    This is one of my favorites of yours. I'm not sure why. It inspired me to write my poem [you've read it] and that should say something.

    You did a great job here; I really love the comparison to the crayons. I absolutely adore that part. =]

    Laura is lucky she has a poem from you; she'll love it/loves it, I'm sure.

    Great job. Excellent.

    xTheEcstasyofSuicidex 5.5
    Sheena

  • 13 years ago

    by Ironic Allure

    It's back ! :]

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