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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981
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carnival remains in broken strands, wooden bones: laughter and crying laughter and crying the echo’s never meant to be born To fall into blackness is to wrap me in the burnt orange collapse- petals form a circle… form a circle on the ground we can step in but never out, intoxicating with stench of rising ghost lights fade in the distance, faint black glimmering- we are moths to the flame- the flower of death born and raised in oblivion I am gone, but when the wind blows I will return And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots!" |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
"Ashes, ashes, we all fall down..." peeling from the carny wind. |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
heh....you are so interesting. the carny eh...ever heard of the day of the dead? And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots!" |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Living in California, yes.  |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
I think it is so cool that they have a holiday were they actualy celebrate death. though I am slightly twisted...but yeah...cali huh? didn't you say tou live in LA? I miss the city. I ived in a city for four years of my life but there is still allways part of the streets that is just in your blood. and it gets useless to be afraid of strangers here...here they think I'm slightly...yanno.. And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots!" -Tool [This message has been edited by Wind (10-03-2003 05:03 PM).] |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
That's right. L.A. is my home (currently). It's gonna be Calgary in a year, though. Better get some warm clothes, fast! "eyes twitch. retain. a sentimental something." a/SP |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
"the echo’s never meant to be born" a great concept of existential expression here, Wind. coyote "Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
thanks cyote..and mikey. it is cold right now. my hands are freezing. And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots!" |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
I love this poem!!! =) gr8 job Wind,i'll be looking for more poems from you! =) River A river of change is rushing over me, through me. Forfeit to the waters, forget the past, live in the present. |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
oh god...the eye thingie.. And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots!" |
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pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence |
hm, I'm still thinking, but I can't find a reason not to like it. it is beautifully dark. |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
"we can step in but never out, intoxicating with stench of rising ghost lights fade in the distance, faint black glimmering- we are moths to the flame- the flower of death" You wear dark like a chill wears foreboding. Interesting write kiddo. Drop me a line sometime, I've fallen off the edge of the earth.  |
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Third Libra Member
since 2003-08-10
Posts 125South Carolina |
Love the write, Wind. Very much enjoyed. Love is only an excuse to hurt and to get hurt... Knowledge brings ye fear. |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
thanks everyone and... yep puppy...anytime  you're a pain but i lava you anyways And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots!" |
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Riley
since 2002-07-18
Posts 1038in the pouring rain |
ok, here is my rare comment.....:-D...haven't been around pip in forever, and i haven't written in longer. :-(...how sad. neways, i think i might attempt something tonite, because your writing got my thoughts stirring again...crap. thats never good...well anyways, good poem here "wind"! haha. *ri* *truth be told, you could slit my throat, and with my last breath, i would apologize for bleeding on your shirt |
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