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Chameleon Member
since 2002-08-07
Posts 99Australia |
Never Again My quasi healing conspires, feeding on through these numb cold wires. The viola sleeping tied, Tired. Faceless, hiding in the hue. The viola muffled however crying- perfect exit music for a film, For the man who is dying. For the girl who is crying. For the person who can’t find beauty. Tied blind love for what’s worth to see. Its there, its never anywhere. It’s an anonymous locked stare from over there... |
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angelfriend Member
since 2003-01-11
Posts 52Michigan USA |
Good poem. I can "hear" the Viola and imagine what it is trying to say. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Chameleon, sometimes it's not just the Viola - sometimes it's the whole damn orchestra. You wrote this feeling well. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Chameleon Member
since 2002-08-07
Posts 99Australia |
Kethry, Thankyou, that feeling: in the bath with my clothes on thinking i could do without the toaster , holding my breath, muting myself entirely... Powdered eyes, golden grey fixtures. she ties back her hair and stares into the vague hangin pictures. Talking in tones, iam still walking home. talking in tounges, i'd rather be alone. Shades of blue and series of red, stone cold and warm. essentially mine- floating on ground. [This message has been edited by Chameleon (01-17-2003 09:58 AM).] |
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