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no regret

Contributed by rhei76 on Friday, 2nd March 2007 @ 09:33:07 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



I select my words
to the symbols in my head
I toss them out
before I am dead

Sometimes later they explain
Other times they make no sense

I use these for the problem I've gave
Answers may never receive

But I tell you today
If I had no other outlet, this would be okay

I say what you don't know
Make vague so there no sense

Turn it inside out
To a place that I don't know

I select the line
I penitrate my mind
To remember and forget
To believe no regret

I write
And I say

"My life is my art
And my art sucks"

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Re: no regret (User Rating: 1 )
by yangdantien on Friday, 2nd March 2007 @ 09:52:51 PM AEST
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Ah alas I agree and add it also blows and is true for us all for arts success comes from within. Many are undiscovered in their lifetimes. Stay true to the course and keep the pen flowing.

Peace
Yangdantien


Re: no regret (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Saturday, 3rd March 2007 @ 08:04:00 AM AEST
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All art is beautiful my friend...art is valued by the beholder...I behold your works and they are indeed art of a true kind....write and paint and paint and write...do both beneath the blue glowing light. thank you


Re: no regret (User Rating: 1 )
by myheartsvoice on Sunday, 4th March 2007 @ 08:52:51 AM AEST
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Nice rythmic flow and captivating peice of work. I enjoyed it's uniqeness. If it's you then it's your style then that's all that matter's. nice work.


Ben


Re: no regret (User Rating: 1 )
by runawaynameless on Tuesday, 3rd April 2007 @ 12:59:50 PM AEST
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Like you always tell me. Writing is a way to be creative, to have an outlet. Without our words, it would be like we didnt feel. That or we may spontanous explode from pressure of not allowing these things out. I miss you reading this to me. Now I have to read it to myself. Much love.




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