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Blinded

Contributed by Arwen on Friday, 28th February 2003 @ 10:30:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems




If I had a path that I could see...
A long winding pathway lighted by
lamps, cat's eyes, dragonflies...
I'd walk down it without hesitation.

No-one would discourage me...
Not the shoes in my closet, not the spiders on the wall, nor the lawn-mower [*lol*!]
Not the...dog, cat, weeds, rain or thunder.
Not even the birds in the tree-tops!

I'm directionless...confused by the many paths that confront me,
That I can't see...
I seem to look only for ways that express me.


I'm breaking into pieces little by little...
A gradual inevitable process that no-one sees.
I'm not alive anymore.
Days pass with no significance.
My light prism has dulled, Life force seems to have disappeared as well.

I try...but only get ignored,
What's the point now?!
I need to find something...
To hold onto, that won't shatter.

Why am I here!??!
Dammit! His behaviour...his disregard for my feelings...and that damn indifferent attitude is only making this worst for me.
Why can't he see this?!

Maybe I'm supposed to feel this way...?
To help me come to grips with these wayward feelings?! You're going about this in an aggravating way monkee nut :P~~~
I need to talk and you probably need to scream...I have to stop the hope,
To really see where we stand.
And then maybe closure will come.

Well?




Copyright © Arwen ... [ 2003-02-28 10:30:00]
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Re: Blinded (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Friday, 28th February 2003 @ 11:28:02 AM AEST
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Been at your place so many times it sucks I know hang in there. Great unique poem like always.

Bobo (Joel)


Re: Blinded (User Rating: 1 )
by Dani on Friday, 28th February 2003 @ 11:28:48 AM AEST
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Very cool write... I'll be looking for more from you.. :)

~Dani~


Re: Blinded (User Rating: 1 )
by Walt on Wednesday, 23rd June 2004 @ 05:44:22 PM AEST
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When the wind guides us down a road we see only the things that are blown up to our face, life lingers in each path taken, a friend a lover, more a sence of belonging not to a person but to self. Wonder in existance is the virtue of the write. You are who you pick to be, it is self that is needed first...then perhaps a chosen one...to dance for the piper, means drowning in the sea of self pity.. Wish you lots of luck, this is a good write, form a little off, but message and emotion allow latitude.. best day you can have. Walt




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