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Okay Then
Contributed by
Invierno
on
Saturday, 10th January 2015 @ 12:02:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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Okay then-
I have to follow the dictates of
my heart and pen-
this morning my journey to
back alleys and dusty bricks
New Orleans has a surplus of.
Why, my fingers tap this or that
leading me to the despair of love
or love of despair;
really, who knows,
who cares?
This universe we call our own-
the one we know; we alone-
travelled (I'm in Illinois) to
NOLA as far as the nearest bar-
so many tears, dear god-
how long can I weep,
and for what?
For me?
For what wasn't, what won't be?
Hosh-posh, mish mash-
our inner beings a smashing of memories
and desire-
life is a hodgepodge- a quagmire
of wishes and dreams-
some fulfilled but most not-
at the end-
memories is all we got.
Copyright ©
Invierno
... [
2015-01-10 12:02:13]
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Re: Okay Then
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by hauntedscorp on
Monday, 12th January 2015 @ 01:33:43 PM AEST
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Wonderful. I've been reading your latest stuff, and bubbly it is not, but full of reflection and gruelling honesty it is. Good for you.
Just don't completely abandon the rainbows, and a gentle reminder it is darkest before dawn.
Well done.
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Re: Okay Then
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by xHeathenx on
Sunday, 29th March 2015 @ 08:20:40 AM AEST
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| I like this one as well, but I'll have to say I still like Wingless Flight more because it kind of serves as a reminder of each any other person's worth, importance, or meaning in the grand scheme of society or reality, while this is more of a pessimistic take on it. You know what I mean? Still, my favorite part is the despair of love, or the love of despair. Both extremes found to be in accordance quite often. :) |
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