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JEEZ! I haven't written in here for AGES!! Shock horror shock. I'm ashamed. I hang my head in shame.
ANYWAY..........I wrote meself a poem. so I would like some compliments please.
It's a blank page, nothing but a blank page.
In real terms, here only for things to marked upon it
but it's blank for me as a sheet of my mind.
My soul is open for business
but the page wont take my offers or fill my heart.
It has it's own deviant purposes.
Ruling lines to control what I, myself, cannot fathom.
For it is wild and breaks the rigidity that our existence depends on.
The colours and the pictures race through me
as if competing for the Grand National
and the blank page bets on who will win.
It's a constant war, raging untamed in my quiet
and it will last as long as I.
But were it possible for me to escape,
to run and hide for what chances might present themselves
in a clinically blazon world, I would scatter them.
What roaming cadaver would lose
what we so ungratefully receive as birth right.
The glorious heavens that shine on us
and turn blind from others, expect our eyes.
We have no right nor will to refuse the blank page,
that waits beyond those doors of freedom.
Take that page, so like the blank page that taunts me with white defiance,
and colour it with your life.
Our subscription reads, three score and ten.
We must take all, to cure our sickness.
SO! compliments PERLEEZE.
And erm, just by the way...GARFIELD TWO,(the movie) IS OFFICIALLY THE MOST ANNOYING THING ON THE PLANET.
It's alright ONCE, but when your little sister has made you watch it HUNDREDS of times, it suddenly becomes your WORST ENEMY! This also goes for Rubarb and Custard. You get a sudden feeling of dread everytime you hear the theme tune. I need an iron cross to ward the damned thing off.
Satan give me strength.
ANYWAY..........I wrote meself a poem. so I would like some compliments please.
It's a blank page, nothing but a blank page.
In real terms, here only for things to marked upon it
but it's blank for me as a sheet of my mind.
My soul is open for business
but the page wont take my offers or fill my heart.
It has it's own deviant purposes.
Ruling lines to control what I, myself, cannot fathom.
For it is wild and breaks the rigidity that our existence depends on.
The colours and the pictures race through me
as if competing for the Grand National
and the blank page bets on who will win.
It's a constant war, raging untamed in my quiet
and it will last as long as I.
But were it possible for me to escape,
to run and hide for what chances might present themselves
in a clinically blazon world, I would scatter them.
What roaming cadaver would lose
what we so ungratefully receive as birth right.
The glorious heavens that shine on us
and turn blind from others, expect our eyes.
We have no right nor will to refuse the blank page,
that waits beyond those doors of freedom.
Take that page, so like the blank page that taunts me with white defiance,
and colour it with your life.
Our subscription reads, three score and ten.
We must take all, to cure our sickness.
SO! compliments PERLEEZE.
And erm, just by the way...GARFIELD TWO,(the movie) IS OFFICIALLY THE MOST ANNOYING THING ON THE PLANET.
It's alright ONCE, but when your little sister has made you watch it HUNDREDS of times, it suddenly becomes your WORST ENEMY! This also goes for Rubarb and Custard. You get a sudden feeling of dread everytime you hear the theme tune. I need an iron cross to ward the damned thing off.
Satan give me strength.