Maybe I really am dead, and I don't even knowAnd then I realize I don't have anything to post, and even if I did, it's midnight and I don't have time.
So anyway, how's life?
~Enigma26
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ContemplationIn the small, dark hours when quiet minds repose, my restive thoughts return to you.Contemplation
The sky lies shrouded in dark, despondent clouds, bruised and shedding their midnight tears.
My mind wanders back to other, clearer skies, when silent stars pricked the velvet dark.
Then you and I walked both heedless of the time, and each one reveled in the comp'ny of a friend.
by ~Enigma26
GratificationYesterday morning I awoke craving my childhood. Not the sugary, feel-good nostalgia you see in Hallmark ads (on sale this week, 2 for $3.99). No, I wanted sweet, pure materialism---the demand for immediate gratification of the unadulterated variety that only a child can possess. The kind you get at the e-lec-tronics store, that comes with two red-and-black rectangles (A B + Select Start) and a hazard-orange Zapper (BANG!). So I went downtown and I bought it. Last night, I dreamt of tumbling tetrominoes, of a malicious, mocking dog, and of my one and only love, a brave, pixellated plumber.Gratification
by ~Enigma26
The BarnMy family has lived on the same plot of land for four generations. When my great-great-grandparents first moved here, it was a full hundred acres, complete with fields, a rolling pasture, and even a wooded section in the northwestern corner with a creek running across it. That section was the first to go, along with the western fields in 1936, when the Depression finally hit the family’s pocketbook. Next went half of the eastern fields when my grandfather enlisted in the Navy in ’42, and the other half followed in ’73 when my father took a job at the factory in town. The pasture to the north was the last thing to go; my parents sold it off whThe Barn
by ~Enigma26
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This poem brought to you by...We are the prized possessions of magazines and TV We are owned by the media and game show forms of reality we're slaves to the lay-z-boys and chained to computer chairs... We are the future. Beware.This poem brought to you by...
We've lost the sparkles in our eyes, the stars in the skies that used to keep our deepest wishes, well, they are nothing but magnetic feilds of cosmic dust thrusted into our gigantic telescopes.
We've lost our hard-earned jobs to robots their programs and hardware derived from our own thoughts yet they can't speak or think for themselves.
Then again, neither ca
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And I'm glad you enjoyed Massacre of the Innocence enough to
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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Sentio Pulcher, O Tam Pulcher,
Sentio Pulcher, et Facetus, et Hilaris
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