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My Humorous Freak
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My Humorous Freak |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Somewhere in the back of my mind this glows Not a visible light And nothing scary either A bubbly cloud of hope, loss, and apathy Observe first glance contradictions Actually just layers of collapse Directions bleak and blank without comprehension Another addition to our rate of poverty Feel it all coming to, maybe just hope Then what am I doing Waiting and waiting... Waiting for what was said as mine This seems to just run together With the simplicity of saying sorry, Then stepping back under what is actually On the surface evil called an idol Worshipped in confusion Why can't it just come to Instead of dragging on with no end The dark of a tunnel somewhere is my half-way shelter Drip Drop Flat black A trickle of music from a well, |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
Your "Humorous Freak" is an ode to Purity... I was glad to see someone put the way I felt today in eloquent, perfect form. This is one of your best writes from all perspectives, Green. Form, wording, analogies, yeah, it's metaphorically cool! UR Not alone. Wings bruised from turning away in such confined space...Not broken...still healable...still feathered with life, somewhere |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Yeah I guess it has a positve effect to know that I'm not alone. It all still kinda sucks though. lol. Thanks purity. -GIS A trickle of music from a well, |
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