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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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They wonder why I don't keep time. I watch the shadows in his eyes. I wake up to "Dick Van Dyke..." each night I watch "Jack" axe "the shine"-- A distance just ain't natural-- I have a hopeful bent in me. But I am just a hungry child, weeping outside bakery. I am starved for want of touch... a tender hand and just a smile. I hate myself for eagerness-- pathetic--I have been defiled. But even a dog on a chain is grateful for a bit of bone. A child will let a stranger in when she is often left alone. I am the pegs of bumper pool-- all of them, they bounce from me. Then they place the blame of miss-- when English is what's blasphemied. I feel chips of me are gone from years of bouncing ball. Featherless, an angel falls-- and tears of love become a psalm. |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Wow, powerful writing, Serenity... a lot of feeling in this one. I love the image of the angel taking a plunge in the end... very tragic, morbid even... Very nice writing. Just hope you still have some feathers. Parasite Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Oh my. I've oft been that child that opened the door - this speaks...and not just to me! |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
bit of bone stranger no, wren..... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
the stranger, love, IS HIM. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
feel chips of me are gone from years of bouncing ball. Featherless, an angel falls-- and tears of love become a psalm too much in here to talk about... but the whole of it is also too close to ignore... |
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Kielo Senior Member
since 2002-02-11
Posts 1109 |
I was just about to leave, because I have work to do... then out of the corner of my eye I saw the first line of the following quote. I am starved for want of touch... a tender hand and just a smile. I hate myself for eagerness-- pathetic--I have been defiled. You blew me away, so here I am, breathless, crawling back to say well done. Kielo |
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