March 21, 2013
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Weird Poetry
Sometimes I write just to put words down. Fully intending to come back to it later. And then sometimes, I never return. These are those.
Sad Night (taken from THIS post)
I am of a sad night
burning
betrothed to the candle holder
having an affair with the flame
Begone oh foul wind of despair!
Your momma.
The Fountain
The murder was carried out
in the garden
of love's absurdity
and the body cast
into the fountain of spite
that the world, without knowledge
might consume it in its thirst
and visit their regret
upon the generation to come.
Nothing
There is nothing to say
That hasn't but should
And will but waits
And watches but abides
While wondering and wanting
and wasting away.
Comments (4)
I'm guessing that the first one was a Haiku? Nevertheless, it cracked me up - "Your momma" Haha! I'm slightly unnerved by the murderous one - who were you planning to do that to?
The last one makes perfect sense and doesn't even look like it needs to be completed 
I like potato
Bananas have got no bones
Refrigerator?
I really liked the alliteration of the last one. I like how it sounds when it rolls of the tongue.
I like the new layout.
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