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Deja Vu
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Deja Vu |
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poe Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 180Heading to China 
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Gathering moss like the oak before I My roots are deeper then my age would imply This shiver in the broad daylight I can simply deny In a stand still as time skips a beat Time resembles a record stuck on repeat As soon as it comes, it makes its retreat The heart of the world is bleeding The images that we snap up are misleading At that moment it seems between the lines we are reading Can't you feel it in the air? Is it a second life with us unaware? Or our lives so monotonous that every moment is the exact same affair Your words have been uttered a thousand times Are we truly sure of reality and its strange rhymes? Or has it become to repetitive like your doorbell chimes How many more times will you be locked in this glass box? Trapped like a rabbit or a fox Shall you drown these thoughts with another whiskey on the rocks? Your minds becoming muddy like puddles in April No longer being able to tell if you are a Lion or a zoril Or are we all just ill and in need of some Bovril The ravages of time hold no bounds in these moments of forever That single moment when we feel truly clever Or is it just another illusion that we must endeavour Questions raised then dismissed like subjects of a feudal lord A momentary blip on the radar that should be ignored Is it our mind entertaining us when we are board? I feel forsaken, yet the repetition makes me no I am not alone When these thoughts begin to drone I know that everyone has drifted into this zone Words so common yet oh so foreign Are our minds overflowing, because we have turned them into a warren? They happen in the strangest of times like a conversation with a strange Ecuadoran Is it telling us what to do, with its slivers of splendour? Or is it boredom caught in a blender? If I told you I knew why this occurrence happens I would be a pretender Is this cycle capable of being broken? I sit here and ponder these strange happenings that go unspoken The curiosity of this cycle goes unbroken All the while in this moment I write down my Deja Vu Tomorrow comes for those who fear it. |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
This is a good poem, with some concrete descriptions, however, to make it stronger try not to rhyme, it makes the poem seem insincere |
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