Open Poetry #8 |
Pity Parade |
The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
a private pain a party of light and wont you share because im afraid tonight show me when to fall and ill forget you/love you...all and the pity parade is marching downtown ...im thinking i fit right in so i get in line..sign my name on the bottom and just slip away..with the filthy and the tired im the habit of a liar and he feels ive run my course lost a voice of reason dead inside but cant stop breathing.... |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
dead inside but cant stop breathing.... ow a dark image, I know this feeling and I often find myself walking in the pity parade, a dark poem great images. really enjoyed this. A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
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Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
Have no idea what this is about. A puzzle in imagery possibly? Love a challenge! Interesting!!!! Intriguing!!! Confusing!!! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
a private pain a party of light and wont you share because im afraid tonight show me when to fall and ill forget you/love you...all --------------- im the habit of a liar and he feels ive run my course lost a voice of reason dead inside but cant stop breathing.... ---------------- hey Jac... always nice to see you back with a post... as always....you define your pain with an aching depth my poetic friend ... this one indeed cuts deep.. hopes and thoughts of better days jac... we're all over due take care jm What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly ~LaoTzeTao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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