Open Poetry #32 |
Scrawled |
SimpleDiscourse Member
since 2003-04-24
Posts 79 |
Beneath midnight lights In the city where True and False Collide I was all but Scrawled onto paper If a song is sung Would the purity of melody Do nothing for me? If the season doesn't ravage me, Then you're my best bet For I had just assumed The warmth of Skin barely touching Would somehow be enough To pull me from these Waters where I am held Beneath The surface. I was all but Scrawled onto paper And I can hear it Playing on. . . |
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*Belabebeautiful*
since 2003-01-03
Posts 696washington, USA |
wow...I really enjoyed this, I'm amazed it hasn't recieved a comment thus far. It was very touching, and I loved the very idea of being scrawled on paper...Beautiful words ~Live and Laugh~ The memories are worth the pain when the happiness is outweighs the sorrow |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
nice one |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
WOW -- great write! |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
"I was all but Scrawled onto paper And I can hear it Playing on. . ." i would love to tuck this little gem in my pocket and run away with it...you know, awesome lines... |
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