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Depression is a word to describe
The desire one gets to mutate and dine
With crabfish in the bottom of the sea
To see, for once, oddballs like me.
Booksmarts never got one far
As street smarts unify the stars
Idiocy is not my book,
But carelessly-gullible becomes my look.
That’s why there is no hope left
For the lab rat who stays where she’s kept.
Even here amongst the stars,
Brightly purple I blend in the dark.
©2009 =Emmie-Lynne
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:iconthefoxastronaut:
crazamazing!!!!

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I want to scream andshout and scribble curse words on the walls.
:iconemmie-lynne:
you think so? I was having a very overdramatic moment yesterday when I wrote that, lol :D thanks oodles of noodles! :hug:

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dAdA... much ado about nothing :D... but every nothing is everything to a deviant!
:iconpeacefulsoul:
This is great! Please do not change it OR the other one I Faved. The two ending lines are an interesting conclusion and the poem as a whole has a great feel of NEW to it. Very original and I notice how you used your work field in here relating to a Lab Rat.



Faved! Keep it up.

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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
“Today’s weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
:iconemmie-lynne:
Thanks a ton Siryan, raw emotion always creates the best work for me and this was definitely a moment of idiocy on my part, haha... had to express myself. I'm glad you like my ending, I was even sorta surprised by it :D

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There's always one rock untouched, one stone unturned, one mind unquenched.
:iconpeacefulsoul:
Lol, no I would not call it idiocy, rather, being quite clever at the time in your work.

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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
“Today’s weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
:iconemmie-lynne:
haha... I'd have to tell you the whole story, then you would see me as gullible, lol... This poem has nothing to do with the happenings at work ;) but I do feel like a lab rat often, haha... the one spot I can always retreat to so to speak

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There's always one rock untouched, one stone unturned, one mind unquenched.
:iconpeacefulsoul:
What I meant to say was you got the idea of Lab rat in your poem from the work area you wish to work for. I never said the whole poem was BASED on that particular thing, Emmie . . .

"Laughs."

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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
“Today’s weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
:iconemmie-lynne:
Well, you are right, but the characteristics of a lab rat are the meat of this poem, haha. I even have an oversized tshirt that I got probably 5 years ago that says lab rat on it. The only part of the lab rat definition that I do not fall under is manipulated :D My awareness is much greater in person than in reading words so to speak. As long as a comment isn't threatening I take things too seriously sometimes

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There's always one rock untouched, one stone unturned, one mind unquenched.
:iconmechanicalyellow:
Heh heh, I must like this piece more than I thought. I keep coming back to read it again. :D

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Perpetually confused and running in circles.

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