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Lines
Contributed by
black_star
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Wednesday, 5th October 2005 @ 12:45:52 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Lines, the follow everywhere,
From rows of buildings high,
To trees – a forest standing tall,
The lines will never die.
Encaged – the bars of prison,
Free – the blades of grass,
Lines they follow everywhere,
They’ll never let us pass.
And even as you sit and read,
The lines control your thought,
Why not write on swirls and dots?
The sense it makes is naught.
Lines of ants in lines of work,
Lines of stars erupt,
Lines of troops in battle,
This law – it seems corrupt.
Lines they follow everywhere,
Ironic it may seem –
This poem, fighting back for truth,
How’s it written? I want to scream.
And when we die more lines are brought,
Buried, we lie in rows,
The lines control our life and death,
But why? I’ll never know.
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black_star
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2005-10-05 00:45:52]
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Re: Lines
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by lostrelic on
Wednesday, 5th October 2005 @ 06:01:11 PM AEST
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remember the shortest distance from anywhere is a line
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Re: Lines
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by akakin on
Thursday, 22nd May 2008 @ 01:43:34 AM AEST
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i luv the play on words...
and the fact that you took lines to a different level i never thought of..
i really like it
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