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Freedom |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow 
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My world's become so dark and grey.. I feel like chalk old fashioned, reading horoscopes on a long scrolling page. To tell me how I feel, say you see my future in the stars. It's almost as if, as a woman, I think about how invisible I am to myself. People see the cocoon I call my eveloped soul's capture. And I am still a flower just waiting to bloom, still not needing any sunlight from you. As my freedom sets into my mind, the chemicals balance themselves unevenly to create something that seems to work, to make sense. I'll carry myself upon a gorgeous white steed, ride into the sunset with my own hands to guide me.. And with or without you, my world would be grey.. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I really enjoyed the read. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
I feel like chalk old fashioned, that is a great metaphor. its so physical, visual, and emotional all at once. watch you cliches. there are a couple in this poem. a dark and grey world declared as such is one. -majnu |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
I had a verily hard time trying to paint the picture of a black and white world (without using the words black and white). "Dark and grey" perhaps wasn't the best way to describe it. [This message has been edited by Kaoru (06-09-2003 02:14 AM).] |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
good write |
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