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Manipuler Avec Soin by ~BlinkinTurtle:iconBlinkinTurtle:

Categories Literature > Poetry > General Poetry > Open


I gotta stop my head getting crazy,
Can't wait till I let go.
A wonderful world has fallen down,
In the midst of passions throes.

Too gentle to survive under a weight of lies,
It's time the truth be told.
Too strong to snap under waves of pressure,
Beautiful ignorance to behold.

Venomous, the words she spat at me,
Poisoning my mind.
Manipuler avec soin,
For reality has yet to find.

Stolen dreams are yours to keep,
For the treasure lives within.
I'm nearing the end of my endless journ,
While yours has yet to begin.

Avoidance has escaped me,
So I guess I'm here to stay.
To listen again to constant lies,
Become your phsycological prey.

The time has come, I fear,
To tend to slumberous desire.
To leave the light for peaceful naught,
See whats dreams of doom transpire.
©2008-2009 ~BlinkinTurtle
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~bittersweet-rose Sep 4, 2008, 3:57:46 PM
eee, i love ';psychological prey', what a delicious choice of words :) and i love the word transpire. but mostly i love the bitter angry style that never gets whiny but stays interesting to read.

ps. and 'avoidance has escaped me' :) oooh that was good ~x~

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"I'm not anti-social; I just can't stand people." - Justin Taylor, QAF
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~bittersweet-rose Sep 4, 2008, 3:58:22 PM
oh, it turned my p into a face :( damn damn damn ~x~

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"I'm not anti-social; I just can't stand people." - Justin Taylor, QAF
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~BlinkinTurtle Sep 4, 2008, 4:00:58 PM
Merci, ma cherie.

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Yet I am not sorry that I loved you—ah! what else had I a boy to do,—
For the hungry teeth of time devour, and the silent-footed years pursue.
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~BlinkinTurtle Sep 4, 2008, 4:03:20 PM
It turned my p into a face? It sounds like some drunk urinated on snow and found Jesus.

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Yet I am not sorry that I loved you—ah! what else had I a boy to do,—
For the hungry teeth of time devour, and the silent-footed years pursue.
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~Darkest-Concubine Sep 4, 2008, 5:24:35 PM
Wonderfully written. As always.

'Beautiful ignorance to behold...'


The whole thing... Love it.

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"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss." - Douglas Adams
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~BlinkinTurtle Sep 5, 2008, 1:45:10 AM
Thank you, my dear.

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Yet I am not sorry that I loved you—ah! what else had I a boy to do,—
For the hungry teeth of time devour, and the silent-footed years pursue.
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~josha-foy Sep 5, 2008, 4:53:17 AM
very interesting, was a good read, just check your spelling though eg 'to' in lines 5 and 7 need to be 'too' and did you mean to leave the 'ey' off journey?
p.s tending to desire, i like it

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we are all museums of fear
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~BlinkinTurtle Sep 6, 2008, 2:22:49 AM
I didn't notice the 'to' thing, but the 'journ' was intentional. It was inspired by the song 'Rainy Night In Soho' by The Pogues.
"The wind was whistling on it's journ."

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Yet I am not sorry that I loved you—ah! what else had I a boy to do,—
For the hungry teeth of time devour, and the silent-footed years pursue.
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~josha-foy Sep 6, 2008, 5:50:06 AM
fair enough, keep writing =)

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we are all museums of fear
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