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Christmas from the outside
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Christmas from the outside |
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RebelFolk Junior Member
since 2002-12-27
Posts 15Nashville, TN |
Hapless wondering eyes Peer silently through a frosted window Glances dance from tinsilated trees To exotic colors that wrap hidden treasures There, on the inside The piercing pain in the fingers and toes Has begun to fade to a familiar numbness The ever-shrinking stomach Sings its sorrow filled song Here on the outside Careless Children dance cheerfully Around an overflowing table Ignorant of their own fortune Spoiled without challenge There, on the inside Hopeless hours of waiting For darkness to abide For illusions of warmth The morning sun brings Here on the outside The comfort of touch The Bliss of a kiss The safety she feels With him at her side There, on the inside Solace is found Somewhere near the end of a bottle It is easier to pretend not to care Loneliness, the curse of many a man Here on the outside Music is the language God used to create the Universe |
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Sunkissed Senior Member
since 2002-12-03
Posts 610 |
You should definitely post this in open 24. Very good poem. Sunkissed. |
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LADY_DEATH Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 105Fl |
I love this poem.it makes you realize how fortunate some of really are |
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D edgar Grey Member
since 2002-08-21
Posts 174Hell...(aka Wisconsin) |
Very interested imagery painted by this piece...excellent work. If homosexuality is a disease, let's all call in queer to work: "Hello. Can't work today, still queer." (If only...>; P) |
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