Wednesday, April 13, 2011

miscarriage

miserable metaphors must mingle,
like high single guys around,
the one lonely whore

pitiful clever scores of jingles,
strike my feeble life's new found,
love's unholy chore

bored holes blood touch drowns blue mic,
means no insight sees,
those cuz your's never hit my soul

poor souls discuss gowns tonight,
sing tones midnight scene,
though abhorred ever with high toll

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Posted by clique at 4:55 PM

14 comments:

  1. TunerollApril 13, 2011 at 11:40 PM

    Wow that's a deep poem, loving the rhymes!

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  2. UnknownApril 14, 2011 at 1:25 AM

    that make sme sad

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  3. AllenTeschApril 14, 2011 at 1:30 AM

    Very nice imagery.

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  4. Forrest StumpApril 14, 2011 at 4:11 AM

    Nice poetry

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  5. duffboiApril 14, 2011 at 7:35 AM

    no coherent response for you. i was in it while i was reading it tho.

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  6. KenzoApril 14, 2011 at 1:45 PM

    Almost all the way, then undone. Is that the meaning of at least the bottom line?

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  7. GApril 14, 2011 at 4:17 PM

    sad times

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  8. Aaron M. GipsonApril 14, 2011 at 4:26 PM

    I thought this was very bleak, but a very good poem nonetheless...

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  9. XuianApril 14, 2011 at 6:26 PM

    love's unholy chore indeed!

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  10. AtleyApril 14, 2011 at 11:11 PM

    HA, sorry. find it funny when you just bang on your keyboard. gets the point across!

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  11. AnonymousApril 14, 2011 at 11:34 PM

    read it multiple times..
    dont get the end.. why does the the alphapet not end.. ahh, brain hurts.

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  12. StonedBlogoApril 15, 2011 at 3:36 AM

    you're a great poët

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  13. TheJanitorApril 16, 2011 at 5:03 AM

    Lol nice title!

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  14. cliqueApril 16, 2011 at 5:27 AM

    Lines one and two rhyme, syllable for syllable.
    Line three matches their rhymes, except backwords.
    Lines three and four rhyme, syllable for syllable.

    The alpha-beta at the bottom is is the rhyming scheme.

    This was rhyme practice, which is why it doesn't actually make any sense :]

    <3s for all the comments/compliments/confusions though :D xOxOxOx
    ( sorry for the headache jakeO ;) )

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