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inside a box. . .
Contributed by
elle
on
Monday, 22nd August 2011 @ 09:44:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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there was a man
but
no more dreaming. . .
no more withering among pale notions
no more. . . reaching or severe reasoning
his soft tee, drapes the foot-board
moonbeams. . . finally
organizing the night into a do-able something
into an activity resembling, s t r a n g e l y
nothing
& on the edge of day
shadows become the machine that rocks the cradle
nervously. . .
there was a man. . .
in between
lovely devastation & unpretty grief
I feel pretty
but he can't see me
inside. . .
t h i s p u r e b l a c k l o v e
louder. . . please. . .
not quiet. . .
no. . . he can't hear me
no more tears
not quite. . .
c a n n o t b e l i e v e i n m e. . .
w h e r e d o w e g o f r o m h e r e
Copyright ©
elle
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2011-08-22 21:44:12] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: inside a box. . .
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Monday, 22nd August 2011 @ 10:54:04 PM AEST (User
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Your fans await you (I am one of them) and you never ever disappoint them (me).
There is a complexity with a flare of finesse and imagery comparable to an M.C. Escher picture when you write.
Finally, I'd tell her to dump him.
Love ya'.
Tim
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Re: inside a box. . .
(User Rating: 1 ) by ming on
Monday, 29th August 2011 @ 09:30:15 AM AEST (User
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A song could be wrote around just this;
in between
lovely devastation & unpretty grief
I feel pretty
but he can't see me
inside. . .
t h i s p u r e b l a c k l o v e
And the w(hole) poem ZINGS!
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