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Suede Junior Member
since 2003-08-25
Posts 38Drifting on the soul |
My amusement has always been In finding things when you're not looking Like happiness, and pain And the quiet times of love All I have found without search But yesterday In the clutch of subconciousness And a moment of daydream I think I found myself My girlfriend wrote of me in her diary '...a man lost of love, and full with taint, to the brim, leaving no room for me. These last few months have been cold, and I've often sat in the loft for nights on end, alone. Softly, silently, reading his poetry while he's asleep, and sneaking downstairs and stealing a stare. Remembering all too well, the man he used to be, and crying for the man he is now, and dying for the man he may never be...if I stay.' I looked in the mirror But I never saw myself. I've been living blind Not knowing where I'd been How I'd changed Or where I was going! |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
How often we loose ourselves along lifes sometimes deadly roads. And the only true hope is that we realize it before it's to late and we become what we've always feared. I enjoyed your poem alot and you should read my poem titled "To my reflection." It kind of expresses what your girlfriend noticed about you. I'm a dying romantic and when i can no longer write i can no longer live -Jeremiah Johnson- |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
Tremendous words Dave |
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