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A Meter BrokenPreference: Drug induced labor or labor induced drug abuse?A Meter Broken
Broken rhyme, broken meter: A trick we can't repeat;
birthed from the god's forehead, a thing of love.
Poetry is carnal prose, going places you held protected and secret. It gives you its word, leaves you empty and alone, gone before you know, to be repeated for infinite moments.
Old hat, beating a dead cat, Mixed metaphors are so cliche
Zombies sucking eachother's brains out; great words drowned in the tide of, "It's been done." God loves you, God bless you, Hellbound Faggot, &
by ~Errorware
Cup is BrokenTell them that their cup is broken. Tell them not to pour their wine. Show how every good word spoken erodes over time.Cup is Broken
Seperate the wheat from chaff, cut the veins from skin and meat. Bleed into the exposed ground bitter crimson seed.
Fields of flowers, poppy sweet, asleep, a dreamer in a dream. Awake, bound to the belt, dreary, pulled to the machine.
by ~Errorware
Tired Dragging DayThe snap of blood, alive in your ears, every move breaking the silence, and your brain breaking the silence with waking audio dreams; it revulses, now it screams; the peace collapses. Noise is violence. Dead calm: silence. Virulent; having no real ideas since, you are just spreading the noise.Tired Dragging Day
Chatter is the surface skin, gossip is the deeper sin. Little lies when you slide in, deeper lies to weigh you down, heartstring lies, stretching you thin, a red hand playing violin, played so hard you break again.
The line snaps and you drown.
by ~Errorware
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- Current Residence: The Pit of Despair (Fruitland Park, FL)
- Favourite movie: Currently: The Life Aquatic
- Favourite band or musician: Currently: <insert random techno-bass>
- Favourite genre of music: How dare you try to compress my myriad musical tastes into one category
- Shell of choice: Conch
- Wallpaper of choice: Flowers on the Wall (that don't bother me at all)
- Skin of choice: Untanned white, but I really didn't have a choice
- Favourite game: Find the roll of quarters in my pocket!
- Favourite gaming platform: A shoe
- Personal Quote: My dreams broke before they faded. I cut my feet walking their path.
- Tools of the Trade: Hacksaw, duct tape, handcuffs, a bong, blindfold
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/errorware
- Email: errorware@yahoo.com
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Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?" Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."
~Charles M. Schulz~
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Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?" Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."
~Charles M. Schulz~
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Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?" Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."
~Charles M. Schulz~
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