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Post by laserx on Dec 8, 2008 23:45:17 GMT -5
I don't post as much as the days of yore I feel. Well, I did did, but they were all in closed boards. But I didn't write in the open. Now I'm creating an entirely new thread AND it's open.
I have been using Facebook too much for my diluted metaphors. The next set of them I create I will post on the Forums (I probably have some somewhere). Then they will be not understood HERE.
Furthermore, I will type more direct things that make real sense to everyone. I'm a terrible communicator. I speak and it fully makes sense to me but causes most to walk away confused. This is a flaw. Also I mumble a lot which accomplishes the same thing.
See, no weird metaphors. I think I hide behind them sometimes. Or often. It's a flaw, one that hurts me in the long run from overuse and dependency. Balance is key.
Does anyone care? I don't know, there is only one way to find out.
Hmmm I strayed a long way from my original intent. I guess the message now is be open. Yes, you.
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Post by tacomaster89 on Dec 9, 2008 1:03:53 GMT -5
I get your facebook metaphors. Its just poetry plain and simple. Whatever I feel when reading them..thats what I am supposed to get. Its all hazy, but its there.
ya emo bitch.
also david bowie would tell you that youre not alone, I guess I would too.
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Post by laserx on Dec 9, 2008 9:45:16 GMT -5
I blame Mahler and the Silversun Pickups
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Post by absaroka on Dec 14, 2008 14:31:08 GMT -5
I must admit I will miss some of the lyrical status messages on Facebook. I believe I understood some of them; though most soared above the ephemeral heights of my consciousness.
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Post by tacomaster89 on Dec 14, 2008 15:20:48 GMT -5
yer just not emo enuf. try to add more strife
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Post by laserx on Dec 14, 2008 15:29:24 GMT -5
I betrayed rock and roll All the power I had once Is lost within my own soul Waiting around for a bunce
"Don't look back: not in anger" my warcry to stay on track ...nothing rhymes with 'anger'
I could use a slant rhyme No, I'd rather just rewrite Too bad I can't lose the grime Just keep away the uv light
Unsubtle segues into angst are the story of my life Like grabbing for the knife in the middle of my strife
(I wrote it in 5 minutes, sue me. I'm studying.)
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Post by tacomaster89 on Dec 14, 2008 16:43:39 GMT -5
I wrote a poem in the style of billy corgan:
The vacancies of warm solitude bring life through your cosmic haze old meanings will quickly lose themselves forsaken to a void in nowhere. Is it change or has it truly all gone?
for what my senses have discovered anew brings forth questions, their duties to dissolve the anchors of reality. And suddenly we are here, apart from our worlds abandon me, I am free
throw in the pumpkin chord and you got yourself something from mellon collie
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