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"really" tomorrow is today in disguise dreams are what souls eat consciousness is a lie and your pulse is a beat the beat is playing for you and you are playing the game the game is overpaid the result is all the same the crowd is always excited but you are all see-through you become frightened when you see your soul eating you your mind feels sorrow when you think your feelings are seen and you wake up in new tomorrow it has all been a bad dream |
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That's the best poem I've read here. It reminds me a little of mellow gold by beck. |
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And nirvana, the best lyrics are the ones that sort of come out of the subconscious in a dreamy emerging way... |
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I've got a poem...it's called 'Stairs' Stairs...... Stairs going upstairs, Stairs going downstairs, Stairs....... Stairs...... Sliding down the banister, crawling up the stairs, Stairs....... Stairs. |
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why is it called "stairs"? |
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I don't know........ it just felt right |
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that poem sucks, whether it was a parody or real. It's too vague if the stupid stairs are supposed to be metaphorical for different paths in life or something and it's not worth the effort thinking about it, plus the repetition is yuck and I don't resonate with it at all. So there. |
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hahhaha jiver that is fucking hilarious and lol qrter analyzing it |
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and lol, qrter not analyzing it |
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yes he is |
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hmm, must be his 2nd qter... |
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rock over chicago rock over london wheaties breakfast of champions -wesley willis wow so inspirational |
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stairs are going nowhere, you are! and that wasnt a poem this is: *throws himself off* resonated well, i think |
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