Open Poetry #14 |
Memories |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
I am your father, Or uncle, or brother. I am the words not spoken, and regret filmed on the Inside of your windshield So that the world is never Quite clear…. I am your Mother, Your aunt, or sister. I am the feelings never shared, And loneliness spread like Peanut butter on soft bread So that it tears the basis For understanding. I am you… Or me, or I, I am the undeniable existence Like shadows in darkness, Denied by most, embraced by few That lie darker than stillness. Embrace me, or rebuke me, As you navigate this maze Of misshapen truth and pleasing lies Surrounding the path you choose, For I am life… And I am death… And I am inside you all… |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
unless bread is home-baked, it does indeed always tear under the spread of peanut butter.... grand imagery! |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
Awesome! ~Tier |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
Oh dear, this one is so nice written. Thank you Titia A rose is a rose is a rose...I guess... |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
echo all, I do, I do, fine, fine stuff, here Oh, Hair!!! |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is very interesting... Kathleen Blake |
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azblond Senior Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 637The Steamy Desert |
Vivid, Memories are just that, a piece of everyone and everything you know. Let my words fall first upon deaf ears before a closed mind... |
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