Open Poetry #42 |
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Reflections At Four In The Morning |
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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
All days are the same: morning, city, the crowd. Life's not going forward, it's moving around. And masks of all shades on those ignorant faces, A few made-up stories in cheap street newspapers, Sluts looking like stars, dirty queens of attraction, Gross idols of so deceptive perfection Are doors to the mind of the crowd, so hollow - They hear the call of the dumb and they follow. Now passion means lust, now freedom means violence, Stupidity prospers. It's due to your silence! The weak ones are searching for someone to blame, The helpless would trade for a minute of fame. A couple hearts broken don't cost a damned thing; The hopeless romantics would give anything - Despite having nothing - for love, non-existing. We've made up this concept, as something is missing. Believe it or not - I can cope alone! I never wished someone to call me their own. It's such a delusion that having you here Will help me get over this common old fear. What's frightening? Solitude? Fear itself! I hide beside you when I fear myself! But it is much better with you than the crowd That never goes forward, that keeps going round. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
A Beautiful Disaster, This is fairly good, however it could be better with some stroph breaks. I love the city crowd, I always feel at home there. Bobby |
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shyvl Senior Member
since 2008-04-11
Posts 531texas, usa |
Some very good idea's here. Thanks for sharing. sharyn |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice piece of writing...James |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
very interesting... Yann |
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