Open Poetry #9 |
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Tears of August... |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA ![]() |
Tears of August are slantingly sliding down the window. I’m bored and lonely. If only the radio said something exciting I’d get up out of bed, if only there was a reason, a purpose for breathing. I’d find my vocation in something important I’m not here for breeding! Why else? I don’t know, thus I’m dormant, uncaring. I’m a just leftover of my social milieu,-- a by-product of my generation, but there’s no reason to get emotional-- there’s always an outlet- imagination. I spend my best years devising affection. Just swallow a glass and he’s flying! Who’s he? ... no, not I... my reflection. All the while I’m over here... dying. Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is very sad, Master. Very well written. Denise |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you Denise, I don't know what came over me... I'm not really that depressed! |
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