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zipknee Junior Member
since 1999-07-28
Posts 35Oak Park, IL |
I can't wake up from this dreamy sleep sometimes I wonder is this a nightmare? I poke and prod at my subconcious just to make sure it's still alive. My heart still beats I think my breath still goes in and out I don't remember asking it to. My thoughts drift above my head like a rain cloud, I'm waiting for the day when the storm hits, maybe then I can open my eyes and remember that I am breathing. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
I loved the last four lines to this poem, they summed it up incredibly ------------------ "Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
"I poke and prod at my subconcious..." I really like this line.. It lets you into the subjects mind....really nice content and thought.... ------------------ - poet FemmeFatale "The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone..." Henrik Ibsen (1826-1906) Norwegian dramatist lyric poet |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yeah...I relate...sometimes it's that way with me too |
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