Open Poetry #25 |
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From The Outside |
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sperarifraai Member
since 2003-03-06
Posts 65Ireland |
Blank stupid fall Green outside Crosses on walls Bored for life Acquired a taste And hasten to stay Too familiar that It plunges me down And I can’t remain the same And it’s a jail A perpetual madness I hate when I anger And try to sleep through this What to do What to do Never knew my options I’ve got to get some failures A drainy street The rain, the sun The world turns In it’s perpetual axis And all I do is ask it Again upon again No answers just heat No answers just snow It would be bleak If there was not time to meet Half a dozen dreams or so Rolling down the street Each one as deluded As the next dream he shall meet Their veins they flow with poison They crawl with their own deceit As half a dozen dreams or so Stumble backwards up the street Look from the outside in Insignificance demands delusion Sperari |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
Hey. I never got the chance to welcome you to passions. My names Joe. Well, you are not alone when you say that you are still seeking your own voice.. because I too am still seeking my own voice. Reading this tells me that you and I carry a number of things in common. I look forward to reading more of your work in the future. Cheers. -Joe I have sent you nothing but angels, and I have placed nothing but miracles before you. [This message has been edited by EagleScorpion (03-06-2003 02:23 PM).] |
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sperarifraai Member
since 2003-03-06
Posts 65Ireland |
Thanks Joe, Look forward to reading your work! Sperari |
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