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Damnit Adam, now you're making me jealous of your abilities and questioning my own skills.

 

Which is a compliment.

 

well, people do the same thing to me all the time, with other stuff. Damn i wish i could sing.


but thanks for the compliments.

 

You're welcome.

OPPM, you aren't welcome here.

 

A mask, costume of deception,
Cloaks me from you.
You'll never sort what's fake from real,
You'll never know, how you make me feel.

I'll cloak myself from you,
Shield my thoughts from yours.
And you'll never know i closed these internal doors.

Everything is hidden from you,
Do you even have just one clue?
I'm forgetting what made me me,
All because i must hide myself from you.

I must reveal myself,
But i can't take that risk.
For now i wear my mask, a costume of deception,
It cloaks me from you.
~ By me.

 

odd enough --

 

That's really expressive, Adam.

 

yay for expressiveness.

 

[face_shocked]

Holy Fricking Deleted Expletive, Batman, they're gonna publish one of my poems!

Seriously, over on Poetry.com, i got a letter from them the other day. The poem thats gonna be published is entitled "Precaution".

 

Yay! *hugs*

 

Adam, I hate to burst your bubble, but I hope you're prepared to buy one of those anthologies. That's about the only way it's getting published. I have a closet-full of those letters. I just hope it works better for you then it did for me!

Your poems are getting better and better, Adam! I'm seriously impressed!

 

oh, i realize that. $40 american, but i wanna see my stuff published. me = desperate.

thanks for being impressed Tammy, i haven't even posted anything new in a while, think i'll have to dig up the stuff i wrote last week.

 

a warning from below (alternatley entitled "Grace")

Soured milk, rotten meat,
this, my child, is a delicous treat!
Mmm.... nothing better that a human's feet.
His liver makes me quiver,
makes me drool.

Rotting sockets that once housed eyes
Attract all the flies,
But there's plenty to go around.


Rats like us rarely ever get to feast,
On such a delicous beast.
Thank you Lord, for mankind's Apathy and Greed.
Now My children, let us feed!

 

nice poem dude.

 

thanks

 

Something weird and random from the deep recess of my brain

Here we are again,
Knee deep in the same stool of stagnation.
Nothing changing, nothing new.
Boiling alive in this same old stew.
The good old days are only good in retrospect,
when you don't have time to reflect.
Seems like we're always knee deep in the same stuff.
Call it irony.
No,
Call it luck.
I wouldn't change it for the world.