Tipping my glass to imaginary lovers

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Dark Poetry #3

Tipping my glass to imaginary lovers

Jonas
Senior Member

since 2000-03-03

Posts 796
Oregon

0 posted 2002-05-14 02:25 AM

I grow tired of this recycled life,
an existence patched together
from remnants
of what has gone before,
always pretending,
hiding behind forced smiles,
taking pleasure in the knowledge
that the thirty years left to me,
is ten years less
than what I've already endured.

© 5/13/2002

Mysteria

Member Laureate

since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

1 posted 2002-05-14 01:28 PM

You sure did this well, and sometimes it feels that the mundane is repeated so often that it is recycled. Summer has a way of cheering everyone up though for at least a few months. I liked this.

Let's spend less time worrying about when our life is going to end, and more on when it's going to start!

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

2 posted 2002-05-14 04:25 PM

Awesome.

She said burn ... together.
-TON

Severn
Member Rara Avis

since 1999-07-17

Posts 7704

3 posted 2002-05-14 06:26 PM

Ouch.

I like, and god, I know.

MidnightSon
Member

since 2002-05-15

Posts 312
between the gutter & the stars

4 posted 2002-05-15 01:08 AM

one hopes it is wisdom that patches the harsh remnants together...
that way the thirty yet to come may not be as recycled and redundant...
wonderful work here

...all the good themes have been turned into theme parks.

Marge Tindal

Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

5 posted 2002-05-19 06:16 PM

Jonas~
Wonderful !
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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