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Blue
2 20%
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8 80%
Voters: 10.
#1
"20mgs of Orange Coated Let Down"
Pills are depressing
when you question
why they make you feel
the way they make you.
With those meds, having
nothing to look forward to
feels like a special moment
that you know will end to soon.


I catch her sliding a packet into her pocket,
"What are those?"
And she just smiles making it seem
like this is just an innocent hobby.

"Umm...it's some kind of cold medicine,"
she said it in a cute innocent voice,
like she was hoping I wouldn't notice.

"And how many did you take?"
"I've had four packets,
and there's two in each...
so I've taken...eight."


I drop it, because I feel like
I have no right to tell her
what to do.
But after she came down,
she promised me she'd never do it again,
because I'm more important than the drugs.

That made me feel invincible,
but just like the pills,
I question why I feel good,
and it makes the feeling disappear.
I should have made a difference sooner.



Diaries of a Boat-Shaped Alchohol

Firework Snakes split the sky in three, and
[Their tails cut through the center of a moonlit something]
Laps up the bending trees:
Hungrily waltzing with wind, streaking blind,

A tail cuts through the center of the moonlit something, and
A third of the sky bursts aflame with fingers tracing constellations,
Hungrily waltzing with wind, streaking blind,
Setting Sun Bear’s noses and smoldering Athena faces;

A third of the sky bursts aflame with fingers tracing constellations, and
A third, whips of dry rain, whips of dry rain,
Licking Sun Bear’s noses and smoldering Athena faces,
Striking down as if to sever the pulsing sky and earth, simultaneous… something,

A third, whips of dry rain, whips of dry rain, and
The last, of starless red umbrellas, hovering, blanketing, filling lakes, maybe,
Striking down as if to sever the parting sky and earth, simultaneous something,
The twinkle of day tearing in their wake;

The last, of starless red umbrellas, hovering, blanketing, filling lakes, and
A shooting star laps up the bending trees,
The twinkle of day tearing in it’s wake,
Firework Snakes splits the sky in three… And… And…
I think I see something drip from the corner of your mascara-clogged [sk]eye.

I am the serpent ringmaster, perched on high,
Throwing snakes of light and
Beauty
To make you and your girlfriend cry.



Simfonie

My Lords, my Ladies, my Peasants at the back
I hope you enjoy your evening
As much as our performers enjoy playing for you
They have come from far and wide to be hear with you tonight
So without further ado
I give to you…


By the time we neared the end, I feared I would lose my composure and buckle. I could hear the electricity building up into a preëmptive crash of booing and jeering, aficionados calling for me to leave the stage, but when the finale was completed, I let myself relax. Paolo said something witty, as he does, but I wasn’t paying any attention to him, I was just glad it was over. Ludwig told us we must have played beautifully, but no one thanked him, we just nodded. The violin was slippery in my hands and I very nearly dropped it, Ludwig glancing over, giving me a frown.

If you had done that whilst on stage, Pierre, I would have pierced your eyes with my baton.

Yes, and I’m sor…

Don’t waste your words upon my ears, they show no gratitude for them.

And upon those words, he left to his room. I felt like an idiot standing there, so I too left for my room. I stared at myself in the mirror. Look at me. I played for hundreds and they applauded me. So why am I sad? I picked up the bottle of Armagnac from the table and drank from it, and continued to do so until I slept.

This is a dream…

Just a dream…


epitaphography

After a few minutes of searching, I managed to find someone who could direct me to my sister's grave. As it turns out, the graveyard was arranged chronologically, so my recently (in the grand scheme of things, at least) deceased sister was near the end. It would be quite a walk, as this cemetery prides itself in that some famous poets from two centuries ago are buried there. They are distinguishable because poets are poets even in death; they subscribe to the faux artistic belief involving a nameless and dateless grave. It kind of defies the point of a grave, doesn't it?

As I passed through, I couldn't help but read some of the graves. I came upon a grave that used up all nine square feet for a massive grave. It towered like an obelisk, I couldn't tell you how high it was because I'm not great at judging distances. And I guess the people who buried him weren't either, since they neglected to realize that something that high would cast a shadow over their own graves.

Romulus
with splashes of blood, marble, granite, skin
- and camouflaged ebony -
Remus sings songs of praise
- and camouflaged regret -
fireworks litter the sky
- and camouflaged grave -
Remus sings songs of praise
- and camouflaged pride -
Crocodile tear syndrome
- and camouflaged emotion -
Remus sings songs of praise
- and camouflaged victory -
Romulus dehydrates.

That's probably why people are buried below ground. That was a one of a kind grave, though. I think the builders' successors learned their lessons. After a little while, we began to approach the center of this cemetery. These graves were smaller, for some reason. I remember a few.

Lost and Found

The Church denied Physics at first.

Where the **** is heaven?

Finally, we neared my sister's grave. Someone who died before her had another tall grave.

with my sins forgiven,
the impact was much too temporal;
the fall did not last long enough

She seemed to have started another trend, and everyone had tall graves again. A cousin or relative of some sort had a related grave.

I should have spread my arms
as an apple;
the fall did not last long enough

Then, we arrived at my sister's gravestone. As it turns out, she was the last person buried here. I stood there for a while.
Last edited by stratkat at Mar 15, 2007,
#8
Quote by #1 synth
did you set a second deadline for us to send in new pieces strat? really? shit. sorry to let my team down and not send in a new piece... damn...

Don't worry about it, it wouldn't make a difference, Europes stomping our asses in this round.