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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
startled convulsion vision throbbing to see a cryptic dream eyes shot blind for fear of knowledge trouble to follow it's shadow friend paranoia ransacks every part of an already hazy fuse box. this head lullabied cradling the air like a hovering fog of morning Fake shells live here floating in this chamber of nothing wishing and moving by will alone. effortless pages ripped apart meaningless thoughts control the rage. A sound voices grating over skin shouting mortal treason shallow breathing stops the pace this is not my world of longing maybe I'm staring too hard at it's face you are a butterfly caught in a bottle you are a picture crying to be captured a hooded figure standing cold fading like whispers child of Eli run away your snow is too bitter for this place laughter anger. motionless, I can only confuse myself more. these paintings too solid to grasp - to conquer pressing on is hard to follow screaming threads of silence stab at my insanity swallow my dignity and leave me in a trance this was my song this was my dream of dance now do me a favor don't try to understand. "Stained by the sun, I can see colors...colors of mercy washing over me." - 3 Minutes From Home |
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vampiana Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 296Nothing and Nowhere |
simply beautiful...like all of your poems. "Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?"-Frank from Donnie Darko |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Keep trying to figure out who you are is hard and I still don't know. I'm not sure exactly how to go about it. But tihs poem helps. Makes you think. Nice work. I really liked it. -GIS add* He has made everything beautiful in its own time. -Ecclesiastes 3:11 |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
"trouble to follow it's shadow friend paranoia ransacks every part of an already hazy fuse box." AWESOME WORDS ~ This one is a true gem, and I relate beyond the laxing that english words convey. Great poem! And after re-reading this one a few times, you have so many metaphoric lines that are perfect...that I'd have to cut and paste them all just to praise this one. I'm with you here...let's celebrate our meek sadness... Chalk this one in concrete, for it's immortal... Lose one friend... Lose all friends... Lose Yourself... [This message has been edited by Purity (09-25-2004 02:18 AM).] |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
"A sound voices grating over skin shouting mortal treason" Loved this bit. To be honest, some parts confused me, but I liked the way the words, and the stanzas sounded. Hollow. I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. - Gary Jules, Mad World. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
you are a butterfly caught in a bottle you are a picture crying to be captured this is who I am. I think this is who and what alot of people are. Its all beautiful and ugly at the same time. The butterfly in the bottle is garbage that either distracts you or obstacles that get in the way so you can't do what you feel like you need to to be free to "fly". And then the picture crying to be captured is for me my desire and passion for music. Just patience. That is an extremely hard word. Let things happen. A mountain never screams come look at my beauty. Actually it never makes a sound unless its exploding into a volcano. But the beauty it has isn't ignored. Somebody somewhere will stop and say "Ah isn't that beautiful?" and then take a picture. I think I finally learned a little bit about patience. As for more I guess I'll have to wait and see. lol I didn't write all this to teach anything I just wanted to see my own thoughts in black and white. I still like the poem. -GIS He has made everything beautiful in its own time. -Ecclesiastes 3:11 |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
ahhh, thanks everyone, this is cool that you all like. and about the confusion, some of the "metaphors" refer to things I have dreamed...so most of this is a pendulum swinging between struggles in reality as they relate to fragments of my own imagination. therefore the last stanza  but if you caught a bit of understanding of all the mumbo jumbo....well good for you! and thanks, I really appreciate all your replys. lata,- River "Stained by the sun, I can see colors...colors of mercy washing over me." - 3 Minutes From Home |
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