Open Poetry #36 |
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So far away |
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stevebrklynnyc Member
since 2004-01-04
Posts 292GA, Camden ![]() |
Tracing these steps Like leaves fallen Not knowing where they land Subconcious babbling leads us To a place we want to go Patience now an enemy Uttering an unearthly reality Time ticks by unmercifully My armor is thick Always an option For you will not know The depth of my caring It's that time of year Reveling for the unfortunate Arent we all? Despite unwanted flaws The mask you wear Covers most of the fear Invisivble you may be not to me I hold you in dreams Always wondering Will tomorrow Be yesterday? Predicting the future No one can March on Stop and see Your protege is waiting So is the prissy one Help to mold them My future is your's to see |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
This is a very interesting write, contradictory in some ways as you speak of the person dwelling in the past but molding the future. Excellent choice of meatphor. Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Sharksbean Member
since 2005-09-25
Posts 368jax |
this is a really interesting write i like it thanks for sharing -may the force be with you in poetry |
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stevebrklynnyc Member
since 2004-01-04
Posts 292GA, Camden |
Thanks for reading, sometimes I babble a little too much, lol! |
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