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Still so Perfect by ~thorns:iconthorns:

Categories Literature > Poetry > Old Poetry Structure > Dark


All the things I've done

The things never mentioned
Time I've spent in nonexistence
For you, for them
Nameless and faceless
So much effort for such neglect
What was I thinking?

Just a favor

Too busy lifting them up
So long stuck down here
I'll never get out
While spiking their drinks
All natural power 'oomph'
I can't rip off the mask

Nothing they want to see anyway

Unfiltered confusion for it
Stop looking at me
My answers to you
Are like sounds to the deaf
But I've been made the reticent sort
Maybe I'll rip your ears off

Am I still so perfect?
©2002-2009 ~thorns
:iconthorns:

Author's Comments

The title is supposed to be 'Still so Perfect?'

Figure it out. It's obvious.

Don't even know y i bother writing or posting it. No one is reading it.

A f-in example

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~estrotic Aug 9, 2002, 10:52:11 PM
Oh, I like that. I really really like that.

"I can't rip off the mask
Nothing they want to see anyway"

Espically that line.

Excellent job.
:iconjoe-schmoe:
~joe-schmoe Aug 10, 2002, 3:41:32 PM
wow... great poem. i look forward to more from you, good work.

--
"at 4 in the morning you know where i'll be... im running red lights asleep at the wheel"
:icondrippingblood:
~drippingblood Aug 12, 2002, 12:36:27 PM
Very beautiful poem. I love the flow of it..
:iconekg:
~ekg Aug 12, 2002, 9:53:58 PM
very well written...seems awfully sad to me....i like too many lines to put here....id have to put the entire piece here if i did......
again, excellent write.

ViNce
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~Tigression Aug 14, 2007, 1:17:43 PM
...each sound... a ripple... that flows out unchecked... until it bounces back again... its red and bloodied markings upon the walls of my heart... appear as though carved there by a dull edged rusted axe... weilded by my own sure hand... even the deaf can feel the vibrations and sense your meaning. They don't have to hear your words. They need but look to their hearts.... as you do.
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