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That Feeling at Splashtown
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That Feeling at Splashtown |
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Tinfang Gelion Junior Member
since 1999-09-23
Posts 14Rochester |
Written two years ago.. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "That Feeling at Splashtown" On the highest ride the hydra knew, Was one of its three tentacles, although not eight, Called Screamicles, I was up there My friends were down the stairs to my left,… There were two men and a girl in front Getting ready for the swoop of summer… My face was sunburnt like a desert-wanderer, My hair was golden like the sun's wheat- On my lips were blue, From the raspberry slush I had for lunch. That girl in front of me had me confounded With the mystery of my dreams. It could be a boy or girl in my dream, With the African/Australian mask of expression… Though, she was much like me, With the same lightness of skin and eyes, O', why do I shake at my imagination When it all goes real like a passing cloud? She, I knew not, had a happy, modest face. Why, that's an understanding face! I'm so ashamed of me, for when she looked At me, and smiled, I looked at my friends then At her. She looked at them… Jarod was a dramatic being like most, then she sighed & looked away. Same feeling I have of my friends… Oh, then one of the men went down the slide He was funny as a sight going down, His belly was the last thing seen at once, She laughed at the same time I did… She pointed at him to the other man, and explained… Like I always have to explain when people Don't understand why I laugh. I then looked at the blue skies, Realized my fading sense of reality… For the clouds were sensibly unforgettable. I can tell just by looking at people's eyes, The feeling their heart might have. Oh, I am only an illusion of illusions… I feel things from the reality of imagination! That's why I love me, who I am. |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Where are all the teens? Why didn't you guys reply to this one? Anyways, Tinfang, wonderful poem. Made me think of some of my summer memories and a lot more... ------------------ *Elizabeth* "Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low, But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..." "Something sweet, something sort of grandish, sweeps my soul when thou art near..." |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Enjoyed ARCTIC WIND |
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