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private gravity
Contributed by
ming
on
Thursday, 11th August 2011 @ 09:41:01 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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till we orbit
a wildcard
metaphors
gone feral
like a drowing
continent
distorted
by the lens
of
discontent
memories
tasting time
and spitting
past scattered
pieces of folly
left to float
in
empty
minutes.
Copyright ©
ming
... [
2011-08-11 09:41:01]
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Re: private gravity
(User Rating: 1 )
by UNORTHODOX on
Thursday, 11th August 2011 @ 11:14:10 AM AEST
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This write certainly speaks
of a well nourished mind,
the melding of words,ideas with force
something un-tangible was put into this passage,
which stirred me,
a slap across the mouth(a wake up call)
simply deep!
-UNORTHODOX
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Re: private gravity
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by emystar on
Thursday, 11th August 2011 @ 06:05:16 PM AEST
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Very creative write.
blessings,
emy |
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Re: private gravity
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by cashfan1 on
Saturday, 13th August 2011 @ 09:49:33 AM AEST
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| Very well constructed, a fine piece of poetry, thanks for sharing. |
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Re: private gravity
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by FlintHunter on
Wednesday, 14th September 2011 @ 07:16:27 AM AEST
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| a poem that comes pretty darn close to being an elegy; pure unadulterated ming-ness, but sad-ness overwhelming. i know memories and empty minutes. the emptiness sucks. --flinthunter |
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Re: private gravity
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by FlintHunter on
Wednesday, 14th September 2011 @ 07:16:29 AM AEST
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| a poem that comes pretty darn close to being an elegy; pure unadulterated ming-ness, but sad-ness overwhelming. i know memories and empty minutes. the emptiness sucks. --flinthunter |
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