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    Ten Thousand Blue Skies
    Air raid sirens are symphonies of hate and greed, they are the screeching of humanity on the edge of extinction
    Every poem, every concerto, every painting and sculpture will all be flames
    When the nuclear bombs are on the way grab the sky and turn it upside down
    Kill your own children
    Watch as your mother rips out her body organs one by one and places them into your own hands
    Eat the furniture in your room
    Swallow cyanide with your loved one
    Begin masturbating
    Swallow your own body
    Swallow your family
    Think of the human race drowning and there are no lifeboats
    Explain to your children what nuclear war means, tell them they have ten minutes to live
    Try to write a poem that no one will ever read in the remaining nine minutes
    Pray to a god that can not exist
    Pray for mercy that will not come
    Copyright 2004 by Wolf Larsen. All Rights Reserved.

  • #2
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    Nice Poem.

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    • #3
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      That's the most graphic and scary poem I've ever read. Very good, but I think it gets a bit our of control. Maybe less gore and masturbation. But overall pretty creative.

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      • #4
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        I love it

        You're good. You should publish it somewhere. Like a newspaper or something so people can read it.

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        • #5
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          Originally posted by WolfLarsen
          Air raid sirens are symphonies of hate and greed, they are the screeching of humanity on the edge of extinction
          Originally posted by Barbaren
          Like a newspaper or something so people can read it.
          Doesn't seem too mainstream. Although I liked the "eat the furniture in your room" part. If I happen to move into a completely empty apartment, I'm gonna put a pie on the floor and try that.
          Yes, you.

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          • #6
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            Originally posted by Coak
            Doesn't seem too mainstream.
            Wtf is that supposed to mean??

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            • #7
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              Mainstream
              From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

              Mainstream is, generally, the common current of thought of the majority. It is a term most often applied in the arts (i.e., music, literature, and performance). This includes:
              something that is ordinary or usual;
              something that is familiar to the masses;
              something that is available to the general public.

              As such, the mainstream includes all popular culture, typically disseminated by mass media. The opposite of the mainstream are subcultures , countercultures, cult followings and underground cultures.
              http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mainstream

              Here.
              Yes, you.

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              • #8
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                Wtf is that supposed to mean??
                Barbaren, keep the useless posts to a minimum, kthx.

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                • #9
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                  IMO. I think the poem should be bublished in some sort of newspaper no matter what people would say about it. It has the same cold brutality as the real world has.
                  The poem reminded me of what germany might have been like for many people in late '45 and what happened in Hiroshima.

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                  • #10
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                    I loved it! So well done!

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                    • #11
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                      It was grim. I liked it. It was inspirational, so I wanted to write a poem based on it.
                      here it is:

                      the human race is drowning in filth
                      so baby, lets run on the pastures on the sun
                      no need for guns and fists
                      just you and me in eternal bliss
                      lets run till the sun goes down
                      then bathe in the skies
                      while the human race is dying of its lies
                      1010101010101010101010101010
                      - Shakespeare

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