pig
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Post by pig on Jun 4, 2004 9:00:00 GMT -5
say hello. look at her eyes. unsure what colour they're trying to hide. to music that floats, she blinks in time, into then through her hair entwined
ill try to think like i always do. but i dont mind forever to think in time with you.
should i move on in to another life? graciously fall from a fearful height. feels wrong to me that this feels right, so foolish so sue me i know you might.
and ill try to think (like i always do) but it might tke forever to think in time with you (i dont mind)
she walks all day inside my head with trails of light left wherever she treads she'll lead me to words that have never been said i want you to love me like the living dead
once more i awake to (once more i forget) find function, destruction from marijuana cigarettes. upsetting myself through re-living regret soon lose all emotion to my oxygen debt.
and i try to think but never do. i just want you to love me like i want to love you.
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Eclipse
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It's not a matter of luck, it's just a matter of time.
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Post by Eclipse on Jun 7, 2004 15:42:18 GMT -5
another amazing piece.
should i move on in to another life? graciously fall from a fearful height. feels wrong to me that this feels right, so foolish so sue me i know you might.
the flow in that is masterful.
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pig
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Post by pig on Jun 8, 2004 6:42:43 GMT -5
admittedly i do like the sound of:
"feels wrong to me that this feels right, so foolish so sue me i know you might."
just because i thought it sounded funny but appropriate in the middle of a love song.
thanks eclipse. im glad you enjoyed
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Post by amelie on Jul 11, 2004 21:07:09 GMT -5
abeautiful gem ofa poem. so witty and funny and lso poignant. i love the tongue in cheek aspects because they lift it from being angsty. lovely work ..as usual my love
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Post by Mikepoet on Jul 24, 2004 22:53:26 GMT -5
This was beautifully written, please do not take a tumble..then I could not watch you grow as a poet..selfish I am..You will most surely giva many a poetry reader pleasured moments of muse.
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