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mirrors of stone |
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pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence 
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Tranquility… Reality behind a riddle Or kind illusion. Reminder of a distant past, So distant… Like memories To an amnesic mind. Deceptive masks, Vague shapes, Disguise one for another. Different faces, Yet still same name. Today most hateful one, Until tomorrow… Those steps… Like blisters in the mind, Relive inside. Within the shallow frame A voice recites its theme: “It’s still the same, A circle can’t be line.” Long days… Swollen lines, Like mirrors of stone Reflect no time. Light hides behind Rippled eyes, In front black sight… Frozen trees… Stripped branches, Like icy needles, tear… Immensely lost, A dying bird Cold and shivered, awaits, Tranquility… i dug up few poems from few years ago, reflecting the most "brutal" period of my life. they look strange to me reading them now, but maybe you could honesty say if they are complete crap. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
No, I can't honestly say that. One can feel the torment, wants to ease one's pain. If these are all separate, they stand alone quite well, speaking of a moment frozen in time. It sounds as if you have passed by this time, and things are better. But it's good to know you had an outlet, then. |
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pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence |
you are kind of right , i passed down the spiral... |
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