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a pick-pocket cigarette, first of the day, meets my lips
with the shock of the afternoon-daybreak sun.
a single chance of impression, careless as the blurs
passing by, lands amongst the first to jump at it
and when one's clever enough to see above the rest,
the maddening roar of everyone else
is just enough to drown any incidental gleam,
dreams of what they should have been.
now I sink in unseen corners, shroud myself
behind imaginary one-way mirrors, scribbling
as fast as possible, capturing it all, save for
when I am far too lost in it; myself a victim.
are these to be encyclopedic rolls of the tongue
like soft-blip, rhetorical representations with just
enough candor to be passed off as an epic catalog
or am I dribbling a false self-titled endowment?
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My momma always said,
"Life's like a box of chocolates,
you never know what you're gonna get."
and I always used to say,
"Momma, what was life like
before they put chocolate in boxes?"
About that time there was this little girl.
In a strawberry cream square
she found the skull of a rat.
It must have snuck through the clockwork
of that factory,
the one up on the edge of town
where the squatters get high now.
Her neighbours said that she cried
all night for weeks on end.
They say that's what drove her mother out.
And her teachers were so concerned
they held a meeting to discuss
the little girl's paintings
of chocolate-covered rodents.
And her dad! He was so mad
That he came out with a statement,
all emotional and frail looking.
"What's the world coming to,"
and he's quoted to this day,
"when we can't trust chocolate
to be chocolate any more?"
It reminds me of my own little girl.
"Chocolate's like a box of lifes
you never know what you're going to get."
and I say to myself,
What was choco
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Wind whispers, wind howls,
memory shrieks inside my head.
I follow you through burning dreams,
my thoughts lead me astray.
We cannot be together
by circumstance and choice.
The agony of decision – indecision,
wanting and needing you;
and not having you.
I carry you,
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Disclaimer: Inuyasha ain't mine, dipshits.
Author's Notes: Keh, you don't wanna read this. It's just a load of crap. Go on and hit that "back button" or whatever you call it. Oi. OI, don't scroll down! Don't read it! STOP THAT!
It's warm…and it's sweet. As it blows into my nose I can't shake this weird feeling in my chest, like something's started jumpin' around. Then that feeling starts spreading all over my body…making it warm. At first I tried to make it go away, but it was damn stubborn. Now I just let it happen. S'not so bad. I got used to it. I got used to a lot of shit, thanks to her…
When I sit down and think about it, I can remember how much I used to hate it. It was so disgustingly familiar…just breathing in that odor made me want to wretch. Heh, didn't take long for that to change