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Mar 1, 2004 4:36:20 GMT -5
Post by kemleth on Mar 1, 2004 4:36:20 GMT -5
(DISCLAIMER: WHAT EVER DECISION YOU COME TO AS TO WHAT THIS POEM MEANS, THAT IS YOUR DECISION. THIS POEM IS IN NO WAY IN REFRENCE TO ANY RECENT EVENTS, AS IT WAS WRITTEN 2 YEARS AGO)
I seem flawed by design And Im caught up at my edge All the dreams I pull from inside Are pushed to the end of my mirrors edge
I know its more than a feeling All the broken omens, the dying pledge And I see the sky is falling And I fear the angels that lie at the edge
I fear the things that I can not hide any more And I wait for you to take me over I pull close to the answers that hate me
How did my eyes ever close? Or where they ever truly open? Did I choose to bend the sentence as the paragraph shaped me?
A fasle reality proclaimed true Lies fortified by death and ungranted power The book reads on because the poets all write with the same pen Difference is shunned and reality is forever altered
Individuality is a curse the page only turns for clones, mallable and stoic A prepared mind is all thats required
I caught my face in a piece of glass A broken shard of everything I am And staring back deep into my eyes, I am...
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Celestial
Novice
Celestial.Photographer.Poet.
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Mar 1, 2004 11:03:02 GMT -5
Post by Celestial on Mar 1, 2004 11:03:02 GMT -5
Very nice. :: nods :: I enjoyed reading it!
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Mar 1, 2004 15:45:42 GMT -5
Post by bloodredtears on Mar 1, 2004 15:45:42 GMT -5
omg...i really love this poem...especially these lines: to me this means that once someone knows something about you you have to face their reaction, and you know its going to be bad, so you try to block it, but they only suck you in more....i totally connect to this! great job!
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Mar 2, 2004 16:25:41 GMT -5
Post by kemleth on Mar 2, 2004 16:25:41 GMT -5
Yes that is one instance in this poem. Also I have attempted to capture how when you sit down to write you usually end up somewhere different from where you started. And at the same time try to capture what the writer is dealing with on a personal level. writers block, relationships, etc. Each line is in reference to something different to the life of this character. And those lines are supported by other lines I scattered around this peice. A puzzle, not unlike ourselves.
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Seth
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Root Beer Float
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Mar 24, 2004 13:34:24 GMT -5
Post by Seth on Mar 24, 2004 13:34:24 GMT -5
I seem flawed by design And I'm caught up at my edge All the dreams I pull from inside Are pushed to the end of my mirrors edge
I caught my face in a piece of glass A broken shard of everything I am And staring back deep into my eyes, I am...
::Speechless::
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May 9, 2004 2:05:50 GMT -5
Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on May 9, 2004 2:05:50 GMT -5
Individuality is a curse the page only turns for clones, mallable and stoic A prepared mind is all thats required
nice work. x rinna x
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