Open Poetry #33 |
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we'll cry dry tears. |
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exhale Senior Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 646Alberta,Canada ![]() |
life as we know it should never be the same the girl dancing at the front of the stage should be me a checklist for the incomplete my life on paper i'll say 'i love you' to a stranger to hear it out loud there's something to cross off i'll kiss you and run to mexico we'll say i'm complete and the ocean will never be the same because you're not there to tell me it doesn't exist the eyes that sparkle in the sky you'll never name them for me anymore we'll pretend the sky made up the word love and we never existed you'll say were wasted and i'll drown my sorrows in my tears politics will rule time and space affection will be the past and the future is metal and dead we'll cry dry tears speak of how young we were ..and move on.. [This message has been edited by exhale (10-15-2004 01:05 AM).] |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
and the ocean will never be the same because your not there to tell me it doesn't exist ****************** Ocean? never existed? Now that is not a thought I would like to even imagine. Seriously, this speaks volumes of a heartache that just reached it's peak. Has that hard life knocks thing about it. You bring it to life very vividly and though not a happy thought, it was a very powerful and enjoyable read. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
LOVE Two thousand cigarettes. A hundred miles from wall to wall. An eternity and a half of vigils blanker than snow. Tons of words old as the tracks of platypus in the sand. A hundred books we didn’t write. A hundred pyramids we didn’t build. Sweepings. Dust. Bitter as the beginning of the world. Believe me when I say it was beautiful. Miroslav Holub |
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exhale Senior Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 646Alberta,Canada |
thank you. |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
Power can exist in words. I liked you poem. Juju |
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