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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Blank is what my mind is, just like this page, Until I awaken from my somber sleep, In an instance, I am consumed my thoughts that make sense, As the day progresses, it fills my brain, Just as this page will eventually recall, my story is just the same, There is some end in sight in both this page and my life, Each having its own end. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Like our lives, pages begin to end as soon as they're started. Hopefully, not quite as fast however. Your poetry makes for a good read. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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springtao Junior Member
since 2014-03-04
Posts 25 |
A fun read thank you so much poet ! |
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DaysofView Member
since 2014-04-01
Posts 433Just A Slice Of The Pie |
Billy says my mind is like an etch-a-sketch. He should know. Every time he shakes me I forget everything I wrote down. It was just a thought which made them run. It was just an act that killed them. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Every end is followed by new beginnings. Your future dances in your smile. Enjoyed your poetic pondering. Love, Margherita |
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