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i am (not) alive
Contributed by
simsalabim
on
Tuesday, 26th May 2009 @ 01:01:03 AM in AEST
Topic:
InternetLove
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i want what i am
i cant have
what you need
to survive
this
inexplicable curse
you found
it controls me
i am a puppet to
your diseased
plastic eye
this ruination of my life
this necessary humiliation
i must submit
to what i cannot fathom
or write or sing about
or know
or have known
that which i am blind to
i cannot feel you
you know me
now
i am the child
of never
bleeding before you
forever
and you bleed
for it
and it's the most beautiful
chaos i've ever caused
the hardest thing
for mankind to imagine
it cost me
nothing
only
the knowledge of
the air that i breathe
and the hole inside of us all
and there is nothing to be done
about it
now
like a spider
cringe and retreat
cry
for all is lost
and falling
apart
and only your greed is to blame
i am wandering
right through it
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simsalabim
... [
2009-05-26 01:01:03] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: i am (not) alive
(User Rating: 1 ) by Amicus on
Tuesday, 26th May 2009 @ 07:33:20 AM AEST (User
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I was unsure of how good a topic of "internet love" could be but i was happily surprised. i enjoyed this poem very much, as well as your suberb use of analogies. Your feelings are also very well conveyed throughout.
Your,
Amicus |
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Re: i am (not) alive
(User Rating: 1 ) by anomalei on
Thursday, 4th June 2009 @ 03:56:15 AM AEST (User
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this is wonderful. at first i thought the use of a lot of spaces would create a choppy flow, but it worked for this. this isn't something you can skim through, and understand. (like most poems here.)
it was wonderful.
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