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The rose in my hand
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The rose in my hand |
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playing.with.crayons Member
since 2006-01-02
Posts 362Neverland 
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There are no ticking clocks where I am. No hours, no seconds nothing is counted. I finger a withering rose delicately dying in the palm of my hand And the world freezes. No spirits choked down in effort to quiet the screams in my head. Nor spinning reality to reverse what I see in my mind. And someone laughs. Too many tears and too many lies Nowhere to run back to now. crumpled papers on the floor with scrawled words spelling out nothing but how stupid I have been. My hand drops and the rose petal by petal falls apart. I can be happy, I assure myself. Only problem is Nothing lasts forever And it's there, in that moment When I walk in the rain with a smile painted on my throat So high my head brushes the moon It's there That I know how far there is to fall farewell the ash-tray girl |
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SATURN Member
since 2004-05-04
Posts 78ok,us |
this is a very deep poem when you said "Nothing lasts forever" thats true but it last until its time for you to move on. loved it hope to se more. SATURN |
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Kaos Member
since 2001-08-02
Posts 317between space and time |
"So high my head brushes the moon It's there That I know how far there is to fall" beautiful piece, i loved it... it portrayed a place i once was in an almost eerie manner... looking forward to more Life is a torment and torment an enigma. So burn the shackles of slavery and let love run free |
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playing.with.crayons Member
since 2006-01-02
Posts 362Neverland |
SATURN - that's true for some people, you are very right, thanks for the reply Kaos - thanks for reading, although I did not intend for the eerie factor. very sorry! *throwing rose petals into the poetic crowd* thanks for reading farewell the ash-tray girl |
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