Dark Poetry #1 |
Prison (Vintage 1983) |
HM3 Member
since 1999-07-15
Posts 169TX |
I live in my prison that I have built just for me The walls are very tall, it's hard for me to see There are people on the outside, I don't know their names But I can hear them laughing, talking and playing games It's lonely in my prison so sometimes I want out But the people are too noisy, they don't hear my shouts Work like money doesn't matter, love like you've never been hurt, dance like nobody's watching... |
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jstevens Junior Member
since 1999-12-29
Posts 11austin,texas |
ggod poem except maybe in the last line i would change it to busy,instead of noisy...just a thought. keep em' coming. |
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HM3 Member
since 1999-07-15
Posts 169TX |
I used noisy to go with "they don't hear my shouts" |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Hey maybe they can't hear your shouts, cos you gotta get yourself out?? Theory? Anyway, well done, awaiting more At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. (Plato) ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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Songbird Member Elite
since 1999-12-15
Posts 2184Missouri |
I understand this very well, I too have built those walls many of times, and the builder usually is the one that has the clues on how to tear them down without landing under the rubble. I enjoy your writings very much. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
I must be in the cell next to you. Well done. Michael |
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