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ThyWizard Member
since 2000-08-06
Posts 56Chambersburg, PA, USA |
The quiet waves roll to shore, playing as it seems. All things are peaceful, at night when he dreams. His typical dreams, of love and romance. On shimmering oceans, his love and he dance. Driven from slumber, by house ever quaking. Barking and screaming, bones blatantly breaking. Followed by silence, a silhouette grave. To flicker and fade, simple things to crave. Doors slam cars start, headlights fade away. The house is like a siren, no longer can he stay. Ties his shoes through tears of rage, and stalks out of the door. Jogging to his place of dreams, the soothing, empty shore. " If who i am is what i have and what i have is lost, then who am I? " - unknown Thy Wizard |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
The title should be in search of a perfect....  Great work by the way.Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
"Shore Lines"...I am enjoying your words. ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
Great job in writing the poem. I loved everything about it.  "I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust." I hate your socks. I'd like to burn them! |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Yep - been there, done that. Well done and welcome! Christopher |
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