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Me & My Questioning friend &some music
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Me & My Questioning friend &some music |
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sylphid Junior Member
since 2001-01-23
Posts 30 |
-What is it? Its my ebb flowing , rising up Can’t you tell..tears from streams.. my sign of life.. beside the air I breath and let out.. Those red valleys on my cheeks , my friend has marked its way inside as well -Why is that? these hands you see are drenched in thought those eyes concealing a world apart belongs to a body so innocent to touch yet wrapped in translucent sins ribboned with craving numbed is moaning for sensation not to halt For me to follow, not to forget -Where to ? and what ? reach out of my seclusion Climb my regrets ! try to in extreme nobility to conquer ethics , re-establish passion those maddening stances, I redeem even when I create an insult stroking contentness in all of you fall out of love for once instead ,to have me become egotistic, give birth to a child ..without being wed. is it too much to cry those tears and years I bled earlier today now and then with and without , dear friends ? those children faces I keep seeing float around, so sentient .. those little hands I can’t touch them ones can comfort shrouded bruises can string laughs to my lips how overwhelming crying becomes usual then with hopes playing on my lashes willing it to cry in huge notes with every blink Do you hear them not ? Still tears.. them silent sighs can be appaling violinists.. Need not tissues or a mere hug My friend, listen carefully with me for what comes next... [This message has been edited by sylphid (edited 02-07-2001).] |
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Brad Member Ascendant
since 1999-08-20
Posts 5705Jejudo, South Korea |
Sylphid, Careful with the submit button. It forces me to work.  Brad |
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