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Throwing myself in circles
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Throwing myself in circles |
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gemjop Member Elite
since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587Pencilveinia, USA 
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Pale faced enemy strikes a chord in reflections of answers YOU ARE my trouble AND I STARE BACK I still look like child made up lashes wiped off like this deciding without the help of easy spotted white and black ones is playground bully whichever colour truth you told made it easy to be lied to This room has never been SO TIDY I miss making a mess with you out of our lives LIFE HAS NEVER BEEN SO TIDY you call and I don't hear the ring Walking merry go round the exposed roots of parental like tree FOR SO MANY HOURS fingered smooth worn bark with dirty fingernails and clean heart I would spiral and hover like child for your attention IN VAIN Always different in age despite same living years hidden in arms of fallen leaves so i din't have to pretend to want to play such tired attempts at cartwheels stung eyes and looking back I should have told myself not to bother I TRIED But never could throw myself in circles Now I manage just fine. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Gemma... you did good  like this..for what it says and what it implies... you captured it well and I had to read this three times..just to savor what I saw in it.. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Like Ron I had to go 'round more than once...and saw myself at times. Good vent, Gemma hugsss M |
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gemjop Member Elite
since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587Pencilveinia, USA |
Thanks you two, It may not make much sense to anyone else but me, because it contains so many memories, and they are quite dis jointed and randomly placed i suppose. it makes it all kind of hard to follow. but the main theme, I am my own pale faced enemy who seemed to have more sense as a child. ~I wanna live, I wanna give, I've been a miner for a heart of gold~ Neil Young |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Dear Gem...your words speak beyond logic...to the heart, the soul, the shared experince of life. They always touch. Eric |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
children do have more sense, adults are convoluted [This message has been edited by Aenimal (10-02-2003 02:06 PM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) Oh Gemma, I understand this ever so well, dearest friend, I believe memories always get discombobulated and ever so often I believe children make more sense than adults, as adults are so much more naive and foolish! (sigh) God Bless You, sweet friend, I love this, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Gemma, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
How's this for strange? When I started reading, I had Pink Floyd's Any Colour You Like in my head. As I finished, the song had transmuted into Skinny Puppy's Love in Vein. Harrowing angst. Fortunately, that's what's I loves. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
there's only so much one can take, isn't there? |
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n2dmystic Member
since 2003-09-27
Posts 253beyond the doors of perception |
hope happens, life is ahead. very nice write. Peace, Joe |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
DAMN Gem... |
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pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence |
quite beautiful, painfully beautiful |
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