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abbe Member
since 2003-01-20
Posts 131michigan, usa |
Pull the words out to play Dropping them here Scattering them there Dance them across my screen I play god I pull the strings I manipulate I have the power They are my toys Playthings Forming Dissolving Singing Gracing my day As I sit inside My crystal glass ball Reaching out I cannot touch I cannot feel The pain of real Living inside my mind I form what is to be Of agony Or ecstasy Splintered Healed You move I pull the strings I am puppet master I am god You are my creation Formed by my words Inside my mind Inside my crystal glass ball I am Held prisoner by my own hand |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Wonderfully written Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You would think that the loosing of words would free one's soul... not always true. Interesting write, thank you, anne [This message has been edited by Sunshine (01-25-2003 09:23 AM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Enjoyed this view, the power to make words do as you wish. Welcome to Passions! |
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garysgirl 
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Anne, this is a different way of looking at it. Personally, writing is a kind of healing therapy for me....  "Love makes the world go around" |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Such a great feeling, writing. Enjoyed this, Pat ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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