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Ars Poetica - by Lily

we gave over the key

August 6th 2008 06:49

do we saturate our minds with information to the point where we don't notice that the things we need are slipping through the cracks and we slump about in boredom when there are so many things to do we just don't want to do the things that we need to do so we can stop our bitching and moaning and longing for happiness we choose to sit in these prisons to rot and we holler and scream about being in this god forsaken place we gave ourselves up to the jailer by not saying anything.....we gave over the key.....and asked for tv we kept it all inside and everyone goes wow when they hear our primal screaming when we couldn't take it no more and it bursts wild out from us like lava how often do I have to tell you that you cannot swing sway me into believing that you are so god-damned special and apart from the rest of us in this human race the world is on overload wearing crowns of shady wishes but we all each and everyone of us has to swallow that big fat shush everything will be ok pill to partake in the big lie when we soul know it isn't ok and for fucks sake stop moving around like you're on your own planet like you're not seeing people and trying to walk right through them you're walking smack into them and setting their houses off balance let us dine on the past no don't tell me anything new not even the truth my mind is a snake tonight and I cannot resolve myself to believing anything



~lily





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Comment by Kleonaptra

August 26th 2008 01:11
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Kalikapsychosis
Powerful words.

Comment by Lily

September 6th 2008 12:14
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Ars Poetica
thanks Kleo, a raging river took over my soul spacer

warmth ~lily



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