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comfortable jungle.

Contributed by tawakwan on Saturday, 22nd February 2003 @ 03:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



I see them from the corner of my eye.
and although I sit in the open,I'm totally hidden.

They smile,they laugh,they block my vision.
They sit right next to,or in front of me.

Yet their eyes pass right through me.

Some of them i know,i've seen many a time.
yet i make no contact.

I watch as they flock through the doors.
All rushing to be what their fantasies call for.

Cowboys,gansters,toughguys,queer.

Some are ordinary,trapped in a artifical world.
I watch them huddle into conversation.

All trying to keep to their own little section of nothing.

Drinking liquids which rule the mind.
And playing games which boggle the mind.

I see friends that don't see me unless I see them first.

Makes me wonder why I cry for companionship.

But who could trusted in this comfortable jungle.

I look over and watch the woman I once love deteriorate.

I watch the boy in my dreams disappear from view,and I realize

the games over............




Copyright © tawakwan ... [ 2003-02-22 03:00:00]
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Re: comfortable jungle. (User Rating: 1 )
by WordPoet on Sunday, 23rd February 2003 @ 03:11:59 PM AEST
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Alone in a crowd, an ornament to decorate the viel of life, seen but not noticed. Often it is these very people who unltimately have the most to offer for it is they who have seen and heard all that life has to offer while living life removed from these very things. These are the people who often face the greatest pressures of life but like the coal in time pressure form a great diamond.

Nice write.




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