God damnIt hurt like hell to watch that cat hit the bottom of the hill.
Then again,
all it took was dying
to be okay again.
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A Thank-You to the Rackfor without the sickening snap as the last bone cracked from it's God-given placeA Thank-You to the Rack
i would be without the one scream to drown out the baying of every hound in Hell.
by ~FerociousEggplant
on lovethe average poet would describe love perhaps as a delicate flower, beautiful, fleeting, et cetera.on love
i am not one much for poets, nor love.
as it stands, i find love much like a wet cat trapped in a rusted-over garbage can, rolled at a ferocious velocity down a pockmarked, concrete hill.
you'll probably feel like shit afterwards, but as it stands you can't help but smile.
by ~FerociousEggplant
To an old friend...i never managed much more than a crooked smile when we finally slid into my driveway.To an old friend...
gravel would growl underfoot (sneaking by below your tires, too) and i'd shrug a crushing, hidden weight from my hunched shoulders
and free from my lungs a bursting, trapped sigh of relief.
i always did wonder what you thought of on the way home.
by ~FerociousEggplant
Tracerieseach raindrop shattered on my aged back As a mirror (each shard reminds you of another of your seven years) .Traceries
my face bent forward, twisting from each frozen path traced down it, (escape has never more been an exercise in futility) the cold digging sharp fingers into every wrinkle.
hot breath seeped from behind my lips, brushing the water from it's silent
ledge
(i had never seen such a quiet suicide.)
words plummeted into the night:
"Some stories are told only
by ~FerociousEggplant
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Horatio's American DreamsPart I.Horatio's American Dreams
I walk past latter-day messiahs who have the tact to crucify themselves before the rest of the world, the pride to beg for humanity, the humility to shit and piss and rave, and the gall to ask for your spare change.
There are broken flowerpots on the street- scattered, spewing fertilizer that will help retake the land one blade at a time, inch by inch, parking lot by sullen parking lot; or maybe as a bomb- send us nature in the mail by overnight express.
Petals gather in frightened clumps out by the ashes of the woodshe
by ~Tridelvior
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- Current Residence: Woodinville, and I can't wait to leave.
- Interests: Walking and writing and Truth and Me.
- Favourite movie: Ain't got one.
- Favourite band or musician: Bluetech and/or Black Sun Empire and/or Tom Waits.
- Favourite genre of music: Electronica of any kind, Funky House, Psytrance, and DnB being the personal favorites.
- Favourite artist: Don't know yet.
- Favourite poet or writer: Charles Bukowski in the poet category, as for writers Oscar Wilde and Lovecraft.
- Favourite photographer: Again, don't know yet.
- Favourite style of art: Architecture, though on occasion a painting will catch my eye.
- Operating System: Windows 2000, the only decent one of the bunch.
- MP3 player of choice: Nomad Jukebox. That's right, even my Mp3 player is old-skool.
- Shell of choice: Nautilus.
- Wallpaper of choice: The art for Mass Awaken or Shadow Landscape.
- Skin of choice: The only skin I approve of is the one i'm in.
- Favourite game: D&D. Yes, even more old-skoolery. Other than that CS, but not source.
- Favourite gaming platform: Dreamcast. <3 Sega
- Favourite cartoon character: Can't say i've got one.
- Personal Quote: "I am what I am doctor, you ain't gotta love me."
- Tools of the Trade: Fingers or a Keyboard or a Pen, when i'm feeling super-oldskool.
- Email: xvthreetwoonevx@yahoo.com
- AIM: Carnivorous Pot
- MSN: xvthreetwoonevx@yahoo.com
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