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No matter what, you always want to have control,
At everyone's expense,
You never listen to anyone whose views,
Are not your own extravagance,
You see the world in black and white,
Refuse to know there's any other shade,
And you expect that all around,
Should live within the boundaries you have made,
You must control, you can't let go, you'll never know,
You will never understand,
Just what it meant to hold her hand,
And how she always made me whole,
There's no room in your blackened soul,
Just stay away,

You locked your claws into her heart,
Before she ever had the chance to grow,
You tried to see your twisted view of life,
Was all that she would ever know,
You tried to crush that spark of light,
Whenever you say it shine in her eyes,
And to the world you kept your jealousy,
Behind a thinly veiled disguise,
It's in your eyes, behind your lies, that you despise,
You must destroy all that you see that you can't comprehend,
Your mind is closed to others' ne
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My Life So Far
My Life So Far
by Joshua Duroux
Series 1, Volume 1, Part 1, Chapter 1A,
Even though my spawn certificate lists Mars, strictly speaking I was not born on the planet's surface, but rather in an orbiting hospistation. To begin my story properly, one must go back before the beginning.
My father, mother and dutha were members of the Time Travelling Kidnap And Impregnate Future Generation Terran Human Beings Program, or BLXR for short. The Jovian Council, knowing that some future catastrophe would wipe out the settlements of several planets in the not too distant future, but unable to discover what the calamity would be, decided to experiment with the primitive life forms existing in the future on Earth, mixing Terran genes with those of various other Solar organisms.
I never discovered the entire story, as the information was classified, but apparently with my spawning something went horribly wrong. While I was raised by my father and mother, I never found out who my real duth
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If this you are reading, then I must apologise,
Because you’ll find that this poem is really nothing in disguise,
It has no story, has no plot, nor any inspiration,
In fact you’ll find just reading it a rather dull sensation,
It won’t get any better, it, in fact, is getting worse,
You probably would have more fun a-riding in a hearse,
It only keeps the name of “poem” because it has a rhyme,
Also the uncanny way it keeps itself in time,
It probably would be best if you just stopped reading now,
But instead you just keep ploughing, I can’t imagine how,
I tried to give you good advice but found that it was scorned,
I told you to stop reading, very well, you have been warned,
I must admit I really am impressed by your persistence,
This poem is only here to justify its own existence,
I guess that you’ve been waiting for a great display of wit,
I tried to tell you otherwise, oh well, the end, that’s it,
Copyright Joshua Duroux 2003
Written 16/0
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I Am
I Am
I drink from the bottle,
And eat from the box,
For several days running,
I wear the same socks,
I like my cars fast,
And my racing the same,
But don’t interrupt,
When I’m watching the game,
My ego’s important,
It needs to inflate,
When I’m having a drink,
Down the pub with my mates,
I couldn’t be bothered,
With trinkets and gardens,
And romance and thank yous,
And sorries and pardons,
I like action movies,
And fictional science,
And see nothing wrong,
With a good bit of violence,
I feel in control,
And I like to take charge,
(And I secretly wish,
Everyone called me, “Sarge,”)
Don’t treat me like you’re right,
And I’m always wrong,
Don’t stare at my beer gut,
Or at my old thongs,
Don’t think I can magically,
Fix all machines,
Or hate me for buying,
A new M-16,
I just like to keep my life,
Free of decisions,
And not have to make,
Any complex decisions,
I’d like to live life,
Like it’s all one big joke,
Just simple
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She calls,
And the Titan answers,
Rising over her,
To stare down at her flesh,
Pulsing, waiting,
She has control over the Titan,
Which wants to delve into the dark and wet,
But not yet does she let it go,
The Titan quivers in expectation,
Eager to please her,
To bend to her will,
She knows the Titan waits,
She can sense its tension,
Feel its desire,
The Titan tries to remain tamed,
But its instinct strives to take over,
Eventually the Titan can no longer contain itself,
And, diving back into its realm,
She feels the salt spray upon her skin,
But still she knows she has control over the Titan,
That it will always come when she calls,
And still the Titan waits,
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What to Write About
I Can’t Think What to Write About
I feel like writing a new song,
That will make people sing along,
But when I try, there’s something wrong,
I can’t think what to write about,
I’d like to make it top the charts,
I have to try and use my arts,
But everything’s in fits and starts,
I can’t think what to write about,
I could just stick to tried and true,
And write a song of me and you,
But when I try to do that, too,
I can’t think what to write about,
I could be shocking, try my luck,
Controversy can make a buck,
But rhyming swear words, I get stuck,
I can’t think what to write about,
I’ll make sure I make each line rhyme,
And surely, it’s not quite a crime,
If I find that I cannot keep it all in time,
I can’t think what to write about,
And so I’ll put paper to pen,
And if I’m stuck, I’ll start again,
And who knows how I’ll go just when,
I find something to write about!
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For SW
A beautiful bird flies by in the night,
And alights next to me,
I reach out and cradle her in my hands,
She is unsure of my touch,
I hold her loosely and delicately,
So she can fly away whenever she wants,
She is at once dark and pale,
Fragile and strong,
Delicate and perceptive,
Lost and purposeful,
I know she is perfect,
I want nothing more than for her
To stay with me,
To give myself to her,
And for her to be mine,
Yet I cannot trap her,
I cannot close my hands around her,
She can never be caged,
She must always be allowed to fly into the night again,
I feel her heart beating,
And I know she is frightened,
But she stays within my hands,
I hope I can provide her the comfort she needs,
The care she wants but does not seek,
The love she deserves,
She looks up at me and – ah!
She captures my heart,
And enfolds it in her wings,
She buries deep into my soul,
And I know she will haunt my dreams forever,
She stirs,
The moonlight falling on her,
Casting her shadow upon
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Do you remember that time we hung from the ceiling,
and I crawled walls sideways and sought sanitary sanity,
and screamed when you held me from it,
and screamed all the more at my dirty insides,
how they were still there, inside me, crawling and writhing.
How well you kept me there, how I could not move
for mother's womb clung thick around me, how I could not breathe,
could not get you off of me, though I tried and fought so hard.
How I so desperately wanted to strip down to my bones,
and have them scrubbed clean, and no more 'bad' inside of me.
…And you held me, and kept me together, and my insides in,
and my bones wrapped tight in human, mine then yours,
and I'd like to think that you did that because you loved me,
because I was good enough for you, if not for me.
I never managed to find the words to tell you that I writhed,
and often, and on the inside, and because of my insides,
and how I hated me, and how that time, that time that
we hung from the ceiling, and I crawled walls
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Teach me to care, and not to care,
Teach me to be made of stone.

I will miss everything good about us,
That's why I so desperately don't want to let go;
I don't want to lose everything that was good…
How can I relinquish these memories, and not come to the conclusion
That I will never fit into anyone so perfectly as I could fit into you,
When pressed against you so closely, with your flesh melded to mine,
I would feel so complete, and then your lips on mine…
Your fingers could slip into mine so easily, or glide along my body,
and you could touch me so gently, and yet reach far deeper inside me
than anyone has ever been. And you didn't cringe...
Instead you'd hold me closer, and I could never help but let go
(I didn't want you to look too closely, too afraid to feel a suppressed shudder…)
Now you're beyond my reach, just a wraith midst the gloaming,
and I am bound here, immobilised
by the knowledge that it is futile to chase shadows,
but I am slowly breaking on the
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Empty Bottles.
I'd heard you laid your head to rest on her shoulder and quietly passed away, the skies locked away from you forever;
and I felt the cold seep into my heart, then a twinge of fear, and the need to put you in bottles, so I can keep you here always.
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breathe again.
I can feel the tiny pinpricks of pain in my fingers
as the air starts to warm and there is thunder in
the clouds. They hang heavy above, waiting,
dark, and angry, and ready to burst.
The winter is melting in my heart,
I can feel the thaw of spring,
and can smell the summer approaching.
The world whispers to me,
secrets I cannot hear, but I feel them deep within,
and my heart aches and breaks and takes over.
The twilight fractures and I am human again,
with a soul that breathes and grows
and creeps into every hollow vessel of my being
and infuses it with life. I look to the skies
and all of a sudden I can see.
I anticipate the rain.
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The End.
Once upon a time
there lived a little girl
who loved the whole wide world
very much. One day
her heart stopped ticking...
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   of your eye -
tell me what you see
          when I am bare;
when I have nothing left
    to hide behind, and I am scared
           you'll only ever see
           the weaker side of me
     that you will not see anything
                 through the darkness;
that you will only see what I see.
And it is only human to judge.
Yet when I have shrugged off
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You Despise.
Behind the scratched and defaced windows’ pain
Darkness presses its dirty face against the glass,
The vast, gluttonous monster sprawled across sleeping towns,
Preying on the innocent, consuming all light.
It looks in from behind the milky white sclera,
The train’s blind eyes, – murals that sightlessly behold
The fallen angels, the innocents society rejected, discarded –
Its nerves severed by disinterest.
Upon the tracks submerged in the ebontide,
The cadaverous sleepers, laid to rest
On a bed of jagged ballast,
The night mare rides through the murky expanse,
Rocking pendulously on the waves of night,
Time kept steadily, one, two, three, one two, three.
Slicing through the gloom, silently passing ghost towns,
Graveyards of carcasses that slumber,
Unfrequented by the wandering wraiths,
Pausing at the tombstones inscribed with names –
Canley Vale – for osmotic exchange, til the letting,
Travelling and arriving, with direction, without acknowledging
The tricks
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My Goddess
It's easy for one to take the road most familiar to them.
A vicious cycle can imperceptibly be made infinite when one walks in the footsteps they have always trodden in.
Carefully retracing the steps that have, thus far, been safe to shadow, without realising that they are experiencing the same hurt they have always felt.
One never really notices the tiny pains being made bigger.
They accumulate; these hurts you could never manage to escape.
The ones that, eventually, you dwelt in, simply because you made this path – this same, unvarying path – within the walls you built around yourself.
The walls you built, to protect yourself from more hurt (without recognising the fatal mistake of caging yourself in with the grief you have already suffered); fences and boundaries, to mark where you now live, and where the world begins.
You have made yourself a home to live in, and a bed to lie in.
But what of the world outside? A world that is varying and changing, unfamiliar and different
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It seems I've thought them all away,
Mother, Me and She,
the ghosts that kept me company,
while I s[cr]ewed up my sanity.
The ghosts that kept me together,
when my world was slowly falling apart.
I've thought them all away,
Mother, Me and She,
and left myself by myself…
I miss the echoes.
Whose lap can I now cry in?
Whose shoulder will teach me bitterness?
Who will crucify me?
I suppose I looked within and saw
a fragile rose among the thorns,
where ice still clung despite the thaw.
Then apathy took my hand
and worked my worries away
with her gentle, anaesthetic touch
that left me feeling like I was a
half-paralysed haze that refracted light.
Let's chase the sunset
and bury the sun.
I have learnt to see in my darkness;
to melt into oblivion.
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When you think about it, this is an exceedingly strange term. How can anything possibly be post modern? It's a contradiction!
Post modern must always at the least be tomorrow, and tomorrow never actually comes. Tomorrow is nothing more than an etherial ideal, a transient thought of future possibilities.

Tomorrow when the post began.
  • Listening to: The PC fan and the dog whining
  • Reading: Just finished Pandora by Anne Rice
  • Watching: Just watched Tomorrow When the War Began
  • Playing: Not with myself
  • Eating: No one at the moment
  • Drinking: Tea!


Joshua Duroux
Current Residence: Sydney
Favourite cartoon character: Daffy Duck


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Caileagh-Faoileag Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you for the favourites ^-^
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Thank you for the favourite. :P
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hi :wave: thanks for the re-add :hug:
Caileagh-Faoileag Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2011  Student Writer
Thankies! ^-^
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