Dark Poetry #4 |
Which of the Two Shall I Be? |
News_From_Nowhere Member
since 2002-06-14
Posts 173CU, NY |
Which of the two shall I be? A pacer on floors wearing worn out carpet? A married mortal under midnight with nothing but worries? Like two single digits in an arithmetic problem Multiplying children rambling lost in the minds of others While the original two digits remain in the same place Or hide the wedding gown Handcuff the children before they're born Understand the misunderstood full moon Having complete control of nothing and loving every minute of it Reproduce caveman enemies leaving backwards directions behind You're surrounded by jealous gods. ------------------------ Re-post back to my first day here Reminded me what my password was, so I decided to give it thanks. Rider "So give life to your dreams, for there lies your survival, and cast your heart beyond those faded scenes, and I'll bring you through the storm" |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
I like I like. Whoa, nice work, very powerful and thought provoking. I like! Hollow. Courtney. I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. - Gary Jules, Mad World. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Thats pretty cool. Enjoyed. -GIS He has made everything beautiful in its own time. -Ecclesiastes 3:11 |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
I Enjoyed It Too... Happiness Runs From Me, For I Am It's Enemy, Anyone Who Has It, Is Someone I Envy... |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
I was blown away by the originality of this piece. |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
Now that was indeed deep. I love how this one flows, Rider. Kinda lost me on the last line, but then I must ponder it awhile. The poem was very well crafted, very interesting, and again, indeed deep. Wings bruised from turning away in such confined space...Not broken...still healable...still feathered with life, somewhere |
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