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often times i cry and i don't know why
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often times i cry and i don't know why |
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noah j Member
since 2003-03-05
Posts 82on the open road with the wind blowing in my hair |
often-- when i am alone and people have let me be and i sit and stare at the wooden chair sitting in the corner next to the window that connects me to the world the window that is dirty from my handprints that are placed there when i look out it to the dirt that was blown there from the tree on the ouside but now it does reside on my window but i do not care-- yes, often when i am alone i cry but i do not know why. the only people for me are the mad ones-mad to live, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at once--jack kerouac |
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waldopepper Member
since 2003-03-18
Posts 157Tennessee, USA |
So much depth of feeling in these lines. The turmoil of tortured self reflection brought vividly to life in your potent words. Very well done. |
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rosepetals25
since 2000-05-31
Posts 3076PA |
I really like the way this is done and put together. Very cool poem  Tara "wake me up inside |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
you brought us into your thoughts and the room and... I think many of us cry, with no reason. I like this Always, Alyssa - And so it was that time stood still - |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
...just let the tears continue to flow--"the truth will come out in the washing"... Warm, loving hugs, Earth Angel |
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