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Evening at the Diner
Contributed by
Mars
on
Wednesday, 10th March 2010 @ 06:15:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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Having no identity,
No different from the next.
Nothing to identify
Myself from all the rest.
Just another coffee bean,
Same taste, same time, same tune.
One more quarter in the jukebox.
One more afternoon.
Hours, days, months and years,
A childhood recalled.
I tell tales of wine and how
Our Moses talked to God.
Just another customer.
Just another deed.
Just another worn out splendor,
One more dried-up seed.
Just another raisin,
From just another grape.
Just another dream that died;
One more that was too late.
Copyright ©
Mars
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2010-03-10 18:15:45]
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Re: Evening at the Diner
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 10th March 2010 @ 06:24:04 PM AEST
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There is an impossible anguish in this that doesn't break the heart .....it shatters it. I love this. It's like a security blanket that one cradles, when they find themselves rocking back and forth in the corner in the dark. Holding on to every fibre of anything that makes them feel real. That makes them feel alive. Even if it is heart ache.
Beautiful, beautiful writing. Just so painfully beautiful.
Seléne ~
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Re: Evening at the Diner
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by northernlights on
Wednesday, 10th March 2010 @ 11:02:01 PM AEST
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| No different from the next,one more quarter in the juke box, great imagery in this highlighting feelings of worn down dried up,wasted dreams, a feeling so parched,I want to find a drink of hope, well written |
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Re: Evening at the Diner
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 10th March 2010 @ 11:06:31 PM AEST
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Talk about being forlorn. So sad and anguished, yet such a breeze to read. By that, I mean it flowed so naturally and easily. Perfect, perfect. I am definitely a fan of yours.
Thanks for posting this,
Tim
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Re: Evening at the Diner
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by Inchiostro on
Wednesday, 10th March 2010 @ 11:30:48 PM AEST
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I am Green with jealousy good write keep it coming.
Brandon |
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Re: Evening at the Diner
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by pumpkinsushi16 on
Saturday, 13th March 2010 @ 08:39:10 AM AEST
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I like the ending
Just another dream that died;
One more that was too late.
that's what caught me
I wasn't really all that interested in the poem, but what I got out of it (if I'm wrong-- sorry) was that you're doing the same old thing everyday and you know it's not gonna change. just like your dreams won't be coming true. Sad. |
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