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Deep Blue Me Member
since 1999-11-04
Posts 396By a big lake |
I don't remember why I'm here... It's a restful place Some no-name village Stubble on my face What's the time? What's the date? This travelling life I've come to hate My life has become a wasted mess Each day she loves me less and less The pain, it always increases The movement never ceases Self-inflicted you might say Myself with horsewhip I do flay I'm trapped within This box of tin The sound bounces back From speaker stack Four stories high They can't hear my sigh... |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
David, oh hon. Nice poem. But I would like to talk to you about it, you know?? Please email me??? ------------------ Through poetry my heart and soul truly sing... ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Why do I want to cry "there's no place like home" after reading this poem. If ever I thought I related to a poem, this one would be it. Great piece, D.B. Michael |
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Deep Blue Me Member
since 1999-11-04
Posts 396By a big lake |
Thank you both. I am happy you like it. DB |
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Deverone Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 136San Antonio, Tx, USA |
I think I would have to agree with Michael....this seems all too familiar to my thoughts as well as myself. GREAT JOB!! ------------------ Deverone "We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out". ----Ray Bradbury--- |
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