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I?

We or us?

Did you see? Did you lie, too?

Take away your lost soul. Find mine.

Dirty tears. Drink, drink, drink. Drunk.

Ruined dreams. Thanks.

Asshole.



Okay, I realize this isn't actually anything like poetry, but I didn't know where else to put it. I'm cleaning off my hard drive, so I had to put it somewhere on the internet.

Anyway, this was something I did one night, to see if I could write something using the same number of syllables as the line number. Like one-syllable words in the first line, two-syllable in the second, etc. The end product is nothing to write home about, but if you try really hard, you can almost imagine that it means something.

Incidentally, this is the longest I've ever spent on a "poem". Probably took me over half an hour. I know that's laughable, considering the final outcome, but that shit is hard, man.


posted 6/08/09


Comments:
Entered By Ricky From you know, up there
2009-06-08 18:03:40

Tell me about it, bro, tell me about it.



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