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Some poetry written by myself, Tina, Hope, Matt, and Joey. Product of the first meeting of NIBS.
Heavy-smelling speckled banana
In the hands of an angry, burly young man
Filled with the rage of his past.
Car lights, headlights, tail lights, starlight, moon.
"Fortified with chlorophyl," spake the Wizard of the North.
"A simple organic fate awaits us all."
Hurling it into a sea filled with our memories
Of orange sunset-speckled eggs. Vomit!
"Wayne is dead, and he never called me mother," he mused solemnly.
Adrogynous,
Fits in the high-heeled shoe filled with perfumed milk.
Like daisies in a meadow in a land far away
The crumbs of my toast, forming mounds, have grown moldy;
And the erroneous thought of Czechoslovakian Beavers' cheese remains obscure.
[mood|
Distressed ]
[music| Shinedown- Burning Bright ]
Heavy-smelling speckled banana
In the hands of an angry, burly young man
Filled with the rage of his past.
Car lights, headlights, tail lights, starlight, moon.
"Fortified with chlorophyl," spake the Wizard of the North.
"A simple organic fate awaits us all."
Hurling it into a sea filled with our memories
Of orange sunset-speckled eggs. Vomit!
"Wayne is dead, and he never called me mother," he mused solemnly.
Adrogynous,
Fits in the high-heeled shoe filled with perfumed milk.
Like daisies in a meadow in a land far away
The crumbs of my toast, forming mounds, have grown moldy;
And the erroneous thought of Czechoslovakian Beavers' cheese remains obscure.
[mood|
Distressed ]
[music| Shinedown- Burning Bright ]