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tails (profile) wrote,
on 3-14-2005 at 9:16pm
this just kinda came out on to the notepad like i fucking threw up. i dont know if im looking for feed back or not i mean i didnt edit it i didnt make it into a song or poem or story or anything so i guess just say what it means to you or your favorite line or most hated line.

as the corener kneels underneath the shadow
of a huge steel cross above the door
of a huge metal church he sheds a tear at the thought
of there being things worse than death to hold us down.
addiction and love.
faith and loss thereof.
the minister bends by side of the majestrate
and they begin to slowly comptenplate
possible solutions to the problem of the future
and how to stop us from becoming empty inside
the shells we walk around inside of are completly raw
we've run dry of life, feeling is an option
the drugs that we've chosen are becoming
far to rapidly available no longer a treat
no longer a break from the world and retreat to islands in our heads
the poison we pump becomes free.
a title to wear to work and home and then back and back and back again.
this book that im writing is feeling very dull
with a white cover and bleached pages the words that i write are in a pen the ink colored white
the title and the meaning feel so
fake and forced so out of love so done and thought over
remind me of what im doing
because im wondering myself
is this mission of life and living
or is it of hard times and delivering
the pain onto someone elses shoulders
with the thought of waking in hospital
with a parent staring out the window
blank exspression on her and or his face.
prefixes and pronouns they seem useless.
yet terribly over used.
names are useless and we are still
tag and titled.
the minister and the mourner are standing by a table
a body lies cold under the sheets we have there pulled
to cover eyes of a once beating sinner and gather round a table
to heat a cold run out t.v. dinner
with silence filling the air broken now and then by waves of
dispute of what watch not what think
for the thought of conversation makes want to cry.
i cant beilive anyone would leave us here to ponder about having
thoughts of own and a heart beat out of sync with the clan
and the hand of the man brings me down to level to rot.
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my-self

03-16-05 10:29am

March 4, 1979 at 4:00 am in Pennsylvania near Middletown an accident occurred at the Three Mile Island nuclear power plant. This accident was the most serious in U.S. commercial nuclear power plant operating history. This lead to no deaths or injuries to plant workers or members of the near by community. But for this safety to be effective major planning needed to be formed in small amount of time. This accident also caused the Nuclear Regulatory Commission to tighten and heighten its regulatory oversight. To figure all this out must look into the details of how it happened, the impact on people and the environment, and the clean up.

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spud

03-17-05 11:37pm

wow. i like it. although, i'm not sure how it pertains to three-mile island...

anywho. favorite line: "... they seem useless, yet terribly overused." but i really like to flow of it - excellent word choice. and the use of metaphor and personification help contribute to that effect.

i do have a strong urge to fix the grammar/mechanics/spelling and that, but those are just nitpicky things. the important stuff is excellent. grammar is for people like me who lack the artistic capacity to create the raw matter. i just steal other people's stuff and refine it.

good work.

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tails

Re:, 03-20-05 11:36pm

thanks chris. wheter or not you know it, i respect your opion far more than you could ever fathem (and side note i suck at spelling and grammer everyone knows that)

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