thornglitter Posted June 9, 2006 Report Posted June 9, 2006 Is this how our lives turned out? Our lives seem to be slowly trickling out of our cupped hands. Is there no love in your heart that you would kill the lost and wounded soul that is yours? It is an etcha- sketch of your life. Still some grainy remains are stuck on a sad and lonely screen. A crack through the middle I can no longer turn the knobs For it is useless, for if it is broken it shall forever remain that way. And so I remember your crimson frame that was my friend. But now inocent blood has been spilt! The pure and holy blood of an etcha- sketch. NO MORE! Shall I burrow in this sad despair of sorrow? I will buy a new toy tomorrow for you my one and only... Etcha- sketch.
Ayshela Posted June 10, 2006 Report Posted June 10, 2006 *giggles* I love the touch of "seriousity" here... much of this is readily transferrable to something more meaningful than an etch-a-sketch, but then, in moments of boredom life can seem as though it shrinks to the size of an etch-a-sketch. (remembers hours spent in waiting rooms wishing for a distraction) Thanks for the thoughts, the memories - and the giggles. Welcome aboard! Hope to see you post more!
Dros Posted June 10, 2006 Report Posted June 10, 2006 Oh man! After reading this, I'm steadily reminded of my first etch-a-sketch. Oh the memories! I especially love the lines But now inocent blood has been spilt! The pure and holy blood of an etcha- sketch. I giggle.. Love the work! Keep posting!
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