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Sad eyes reflect crooked mirrors...
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Sad eyes reflect crooked mirrors... |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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Sad eyes reflect crooked mirrors and only. The parrots mock me by being quiet And nothing can drive one to be this lonely Only the silence, when one can’t deny it. The heartbeat subsides to hear the clocks’ crow-- It’s only eleven, but the ball is long over. Cinderella is turned into a beast to show That the night doesn’t want to see me sober. On nights like this, it no longer matters Whether the legs can find the way to the bedroom. The body hits concrete, seeking a mattress, And helplessly slides six feet under in tantrum. Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again |
not a word short of spectacular. i'm printing this one out. and boy do i ever know the feeling... well penned, as always "The bar is always open, the time is always right. If God's good word goes unspoken, then the music plays all night." |
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Kevin
since 1999-11-02
Posts 729Torrington, Ct, Usa |
I think im officialy a master groupie |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Alright! I have a groupie and an admirer! lol Thanks guys, I wasn't sure about this poem at first, kinda depressing, ain't it? Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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