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Soft Gray Around the Edges |
Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
She sagged a bit around the edges Blurring her age into a soft gray And though they pretended to listen They didn’t know what she tried to say Too quickly turning away from her pain To look out the window at the sun She watched in resignation again She knew she was no longer ‘fun’ She wanted truth, they wanted lies Painted with the brush of absolution So she closed off the part of her heart That held out for fabrication She excused herself from their presence Hidden tears falling behind her smile And decided that the hermit’s life Would suffice her for a while. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
ouch.... |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
You have no idea how 'ouchie' this can be! |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Sure, it's melancholy, but the craft and description within this poem is wonderful. Mikey |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Don't fret, PDV... this is the place for you. I happen to think you're very fun. The Hermit's life isn't so bad either. You would be amazed how educational a bit of seclusion can be, really. And it won't hurt you unless you go insane, and even then, insanity is the greatest of opiates. Parasite Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored. |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
It's true... the more you interact with people, the more they let you down. Depend on yourself, I suppose... but then again, sometimes you let yourself down as well. ANYWAY LOL.. I liked this one, nice imagery and a very good point. Most of us go to our grave with our music still inside of us. |
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