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  1. ...caught a whiff of something, and raised his eyebrows, when a man came stumbling by with a burning twig in his hand circling Dex in dance, and those at the party began to chant. Come to find out it was some sort of incense for some voodoo ritual that evidently...
  2. When the Bullet Hits the Bone - Golden Earring (the song is called 'the twilight zone' but is aka When the Bullet hits the bone)
  3. You Give Love a Bad Name - Bon Jovi
  4. ...the wall fell down from all the fans pushing on it, and he found himself...
  5. The meaning behind your forum names

    I know how he feels. I once ate Hells Bells (Datura) and had a trip to outer space overnight
  6. The meaning behind your forum names

    mine is from thinking about the crucifixion of Christ, mirrored in a near death experience for me. Stiggy comes from 'stigmata' and 'stigma'. Don't tell anyone. here's the full story of why i relate to stigmata http://incubusview.com/messboard/viewtopic.php?t=31535
  7. just learning to take the real, imagine it as clothed in nature, and let the symbols carry affect to express that..

  8. the most charming little poems... _________________________ The Darkling Thrush I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land's sharp features seemed to be The Century's corpse outleant, His crypt the cloudy canopy, The wind his death-lament. The ancient pulse of germ and birth Was shrunken hard and dry, And every spirit upon earth Seemed fervourless as I. At once a voice arose among The bleak twigs overhead In a full-hearted evensong Of joy illimited; An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom. So little cause for carolings Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew And I was unaware. By Thomas Hardy
  9. The River of Life The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years like passing ages. The gladsome current of our youth, Ere passion yet disorders, Steals lingering like a river smooth Along its grassy borders. But as the careworn cheek grows wan, And sorrow's shafts fly thicker, Ye stars, that measure life to man, Why seem your courses quicker? When joys have lost their bloom and breath, And life itself is vapid, Why, as we reach the Falls of Death Feel we its tide more rapid? It may be strange yet who would change Time's course to slower speeding, When one by one our friends have gone, And left our bosoms bleeding? Heaven gives our years of fading strength Indemnifying fleetness; And those of youth, a seeming length, Proportion'd to their sweetness. by Thomas Campbell
  10. yeah, if it is what they want, it's not edgy enough!
  11. I like that one too, I've actually read 'about' that one in a critique, and it points out, if you're keen, using the same rhyme words are kind of taboo, and that one uses the same exact words for the repeated rhymes. I respect poems that are defiant to what most would call 'proper' or 'fitting.'(and that's what I believe the poem is eluding to after all) I like going against the grain myself. Thanks for sharing.