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Helium Balloon New Member
since 2002-06-18
Posts 8MB Cannada |
Once in my heresy gone past. I am happy. Until first graduation. Life is cold, heartless when left alone. Remember playing, running with single potential. Could be happy, with simplicity. Anything in everything entertained. I am happy. Schools evolve, uphold as chore does. No play, addition, spelling, sweat. Get used to it. Potential do. Elementarily things roamed on, meet more potential. Some nice, some scary, unanimously fond of someone. I am happy Location does shift following education. More potential. Few nice, majority fearful, three caring as such. Begin declining into lifetime. Unaware, what independence is. I think I am happy. Young independence. Complete emotion, all secrets kept in no one. Bottle, my chest would always be full, one became alone. Rejection of anything, self-rejection. Other potential pillaged a mind, never thought. Raisers of life, couldn't understand. Observers, guiders, suffer no turmoil. Time gives away, reveal more. Complications arouse. Simplicity finds nothing. School submerges nothing. Potential, tools resemble foreshadowed existence. Then to join in wasted time. Creating happiness, however. Empty aloneness, good enough. Figures Join. Taken years, times, something not described. Figure, lost soul, sub catalyst. Shadow clouds, grows blind. I hate you. Bottom in, lost life known. Never alive, memorized. Alas fair, brought about, stirring. Care, to open. Lose, suffer an open wound. Echoing span in hatred, loathing. Encompassed, what has occurred? Figure brings forth streams, tears, false notions, disapproval. Suicide for pain, escape me. I am not happy. Find hope. He keeps one alive. Freedom within, bottle, arousing opportunity, hidden properties. Bitten to meet, an angel. Accompanied, surrounded, light gives hope. Still longer awaited. Cloud dissipates. Bottle releasing, not some awake. Thought, thought was enough. I am not happy Eventually, was not. I am sad When approach another. Asked to open, when potential helped. Shine light as of noon, when absence listens, one can think. Is that all? Why? Question plagues my mind. Cannot think, it listens so. I am not happy. For so, hope's kept. Almost faith, survival roams. I am not happy. I am not happy. But one makes others. Can one be? I will be happy. |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Trev, you know how I feel about this poem already. I love your new title, though. It very neatly sums up the poem... and I think it's an interesting choice of words, too. Poetry is so nice without the word "the."  Great work man, and I hope I'm going to be seeing more of you in here. Parasite |
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Dark Enchantress Senior Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 1258meet Morgana |
Jesus Christ what the hell do I say? I'm sure I just offended 80 people. Sorry. About the Jesus or the Christ I'm not sure. But I am sorry. Anyway... I definately enjoyed reading this poem. It's quite refreshing to read a "different" style. Identity is always a mouth full. Interesting. I'm hoping that you'll be happy. Like chocolate chip cookies at 3 am in bed watching the History channel. Yes, happy is. I'm married to Mr.Metaphor. We make love everyday. |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
DE, do you really think 80 people will ever be in this forum?  |
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paper doll Member
since 2002-08-04
Posts 133Floating on Uncertainty |
I'm speechless. Seriously...it doesn't happen often but when it does there is just cause for it. You've compeltely floored me with this. Just...wow. My jaw is on the ground. I definitely want to read more from you! Hopefully you'll float around here more often and post some of this. Be proud, be very proud. ~M Imagination=nostalgia for the past, the absent; it is the liquid solution in which art develops the snapshots of reality. |
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Jester Junior Member
since 2002-08-13
Posts 41The dark corners of your mind |
mother, i really enjoyed this....its the first poem of yours i've read... and i really appreciate your style and technique. |
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punkrockerrobin 
since 2001-05-15
Posts 1180Sparks, NV |
ohhhh i love this style of writting still i have yet to conquer it you did a wonderfull job! robin you either like me for who i am or you don't like me at all |
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