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No matter what, you always want to have control,
At everyone's expense,
You never listen to anyone whose views,
Are not your own extravagance,
You see the world in black and white,
Refuse to know there's any other shade,
And you expect that all around,
Should live within the boundaries you have made,
You must control, you can't let go, you'll never know,
You will never understand,
Just what it meant to hold her hand,
And how she always made me whole,
There's no room in your blackened soul,
Just stay away,

You locked your claws into her heart,
Before she ever had the chance to grow,
You tried to see your twisted view of life,
Was all that she would ever know,
You tried to crush that spark of light,
Whenever you say it shine in her eyes,
And to the world you kept your jealousy,
Behind a thinly veiled disguise,
It's in your eyes, behind your lies, that you despise,
You must destroy all that you see that you can't comprehend,
Your mind is closed to others' ne
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My Life So Far
My Life So Far
by Joshua Duroux
Series 1, Volume 1, Part 1, Chapter 1A,
Even though my spawn certificate lists Mars, strictly speaking I was not born on the planet's surface, but rather in an orbiting hospistation. To begin my story properly, one must go back before the beginning.
My father, mother and dutha were members of the Time Travelling Kidnap And Impregnate Future Generation Terran Human Beings Program, or BLXR for short. The Jovian Council, knowing that some future catastrophe would wipe out the settlements of several planets in the not too distant future, but unable to discover what the calamity would be, decided to experiment with the primitive life forms existing in the future on Earth, mixing Terran genes with those of various other Solar organisms.
I never discovered the entire story, as the information was classified, but apparently with my spawning something went horribly wrong. While I was raised by my father and mother, I never found out who my real duth
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If this you are reading, then I must apologise,
Because you’ll find that this poem is really nothing in disguise,
It has no story, has no plot, nor any inspiration,
In fact you’ll find just reading it a rather dull sensation,
It won’t get any better, it, in fact, is getting worse,
You probably would have more fun a-riding in a hearse,
It only keeps the name of “poem” because it has a rhyme,
Also the uncanny way it keeps itself in time,
It probably would be best if you just stopped reading now,
But instead you just keep ploughing, I can’t imagine how,
I tried to give you good advice but found that it was scorned,
I told you to stop reading, very well, you have been warned,
I must admit I really am impressed by your persistence,
This poem is only here to justify its own existence,
I guess that you’ve been waiting for a great display of wit,
I tried to tell you otherwise, oh well, the end, that’s it,
Copyright Joshua Duroux 2003
Written 16/0
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I Am
I Am
I drink from the bottle,
And eat from the box,
For several days running,
I wear the same socks,
I like my cars fast,
And my racing the same,
But don’t interrupt,
When I’m watching the game,
My ego’s important,
It needs to inflate,
When I’m having a drink,
Down the pub with my mates,
I couldn’t be bothered,
With trinkets and gardens,
And romance and thank yous,
And sorries and pardons,
I like action movies,
And fictional science,
And see nothing wrong,
With a good bit of violence,
I feel in control,
And I like to take charge,
(And I secretly wish,
Everyone called me, “Sarge,”)
Don’t treat me like you’re right,
And I’m always wrong,
Don’t stare at my beer gut,
Or at my old thongs,
Don’t think I can magically,
Fix all machines,
Or hate me for buying,
A new M-16,
I just like to keep my life,
Free of decisions,
And not have to make,
Any complex decisions,
I’d like to live life,
Like it’s all one big joke,
Just simple
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She calls,
And the Titan answers,
Rising over her,
To stare down at her flesh,
Pulsing, waiting,
She has control over the Titan,
Which wants to delve into the dark and wet,
But not yet does she let it go,
The Titan quivers in expectation,
Eager to please her,
To bend to her will,
She knows the Titan waits,
She can sense its tension,
Feel its desire,
The Titan tries to remain tamed,
But its instinct strives to take over,
Eventually the Titan can no longer contain itself,
And, diving back into its realm,
She feels the salt spray upon her skin,
But still she knows she has control over the Titan,
That it will always come when she calls,
And still the Titan waits,
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What to Write About
I Can’t Think What to Write About
I feel like writing a new song,
That will make people sing along,
But when I try, there’s something wrong,
I can’t think what to write about,
I’d like to make it top the charts,
I have to try and use my arts,
But everything’s in fits and starts,
I can’t think what to write about,
I could just stick to tried and true,
And write a song of me and you,
But when I try to do that, too,
I can’t think what to write about,
I could be shocking, try my luck,
Controversy can make a buck,
But rhyming swear words, I get stuck,
I can’t think what to write about,
I’ll make sure I make each line rhyme,
And surely, it’s not quite a crime,
If I find that I cannot keep it all in time,
I can’t think what to write about,
And so I’ll put paper to pen,
And if I’m stuck, I’ll start again,
And who knows how I’ll go just when,
I find something to write about!
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For SW
A beautiful bird flies by in the night,
And alights next to me,
I reach out and cradle her in my hands,
She is unsure of my touch,
I hold her loosely and delicately,
So she can fly away whenever she wants,
She is at once dark and pale,
Fragile and strong,
Delicate and perceptive,
Lost and purposeful,
I know she is perfect,
I want nothing more than for her
To stay with me,
To give myself to her,
And for her to be mine,
Yet I cannot trap her,
I cannot close my hands around her,
She can never be caged,
She must always be allowed to fly into the night again,
I feel her heart beating,
And I know she is frightened,
But she stays within my hands,
I hope I can provide her the comfort she needs,
The care she wants but does not seek,
The love she deserves,
She looks up at me and – ah!
She captures my heart,
And enfolds it in her wings,
She buries deep into my soul,
And I know she will haunt my dreams forever,
She stirs,
The moonlight falling on her,
Casting her shadow upon
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Twilight – the haunting hours;
A time when monsters cross between worlds.
And mine haunt me yet.
This I understand.
When the spoken word
Differs from the act
I still know that there was no metaphor
When they promised me forever.
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Of another,
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When you think about it, this is an exceedingly strange term. How can anything possibly be post modern? It's a contradiction!
Post modern must always at the least be tomorrow, and tomorrow never actually comes. Tomorrow is nothing more than an etherial ideal, a transient thought of future possibilities.

Tomorrow when the post began.
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  • Reading: Just finished Pandora by Anne Rice
  • Watching: Just watched Tomorrow When the War Began
  • Playing: Not with myself
  • Eating: No one at the moment
  • Drinking: Tea!


Joshua Duroux
Current Residence: Sydney
Favourite cartoon character: Daffy Duck


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