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the skill to cope or driving on thin ice
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the skill to cope or driving on thin ice |
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jinxed Member
since 2000-09-27
Posts 86 |
I slip into the darkness the wet of tears and out again and back I feel it coming static has hit reality’s connection and I lost it the trust is broken the real world has let me go and I don’t know how you lose a skill but surely mine is defective focus is gone no...blink something tells me to blink it away and so I blink blink hard and throw my tears to the wind and dry my hair with a tissue no wait, I think its the other way around it doesn’t matter I guess somehow someway today I got it back my slipping grasping fingers caught hold and the darkness didn’t win my skittering and sparking has ceased my hands are firmly placed on the wheel and the car in front of me is brown and I can once again deal with being alone with me some days though are not this good [This message has been edited by jinxed (edited 10-05-2000).] |
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Wesley the Blue Member
since 1999-09-02
Posts 426Forest Lake, MN, USA |
Great poem. Hang in there, tomarrow is another day. Keith Mullin Even in the darkest night, someone will be there holding a candle for you. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I can once again deal with being alone with me some days though are not this good ================ aint it the truth ... great expressions of the frustration and realizations we go thru when we have hearts on the mend and dont it seem we do our best thinking in the car... reminds me of a song ... great work here... later jm ************ Can you roll down the window Can I have a cigarette Can I sweep you for forgiveness Yeah Can I sweep you for regret And can you drive a little faster To clear my head Can you see that I've been crying Well can you tell that I've been alone Well can we walk the streets at the same Time I don't mind at all Oh ahhhh!!! And I'll be quiet and no one will know And can you drive a little faster Yeah Yeah take me home These are the days that make up the Lifetimes And these are the clothes The clothes that I wear Yeah And this is the only thing I wanted more Than anthying Cause Well I wanna fall at a million miles an Hour with people and little picture radios And I'm smiling but I'm trying hard not to Smile at all At all And I crave for the little conversation And the way you toss your hair back but you're beautiful and it suits me fine Yes it suits me fine ~Million Miles~ by:Tabitha's Secret |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Get out of rush hour and take it for a drive to the open world...roll down them windows and let nature do some of her best healing. Wonderful write from top to bottom. Excellent is more like it. |
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jinxed Member
since 2000-09-27
Posts 86 |
well I wasn't real happy with posting this, but had gone home for the day, wasn't feeling well on top of everthing else  and I was gonna let it go down in history, since it was too late to take it back ..but then to come back to jm's and mark's responses...have to say thank you....yep mark a good drive in nature would certainly do me good...and yep jm, its that mirror thing again girl...had never heard that song, but reading it...its like you or me wrote it  thanks for taking the time to respond |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
You know, I really like the flow of this...the way the words fall down the page. In a sense writing can be like taking a drive to 'get away' - to get it all out. Well sone with this piece...it rocks! K"He looked across the silky surface of the Severn... it was a famously difficult river with fierce tides..." From Jack Maggs |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Drying your hair with tissues... an image that grabs. *S* The pain and confusion are vivid... This is powerful and well done! |
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jinxed Member
since 2000-09-27
Posts 86 |
severn, thankyou, I had thought this poem buried already...and thank you for complimenting the form and flow, poems like this are not easy and then when someone says they understand, it makes me sigh, to know that they are as sad as i was when i wrote this....so when i write one like this the best thing is to attack or compliment the style, which you did...thank you much suthern...i know your heart and you have my sighs, my hugs and my thank you's |
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