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The Ship's Violin
Contributed by
remy
on
Saturday, 9th October 2004 @ 12:44:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
FriendshipPoetry
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a million laughs, one falsified
lost in the crowd, for onlookers eyes.
a purging guilt, where to begin
what's in our word, bypasses confidence.
a streaking heart, beyond mistake
it knows it's work, knows what is game.
it's modern thought that we put forth the price
we couldn't care whether wrong or just right
so long as plans fares we'll stand with might
like the ship that crosses dares with the burgs.
pushing onward with the most tactful of things
the page is endless at least that's how it seems
and yes college came and ruined our dreams
no it's not so absurd.
on to the next thing...
what are we doing with our lives?
no fair!
calls the rythm of the unselected elite
one word
and you could change the game with other players
what now?
we've come around and dabbled in our feast
with more
here would celebration come to eat our entrails
one repeated quirk and the relationship fails
better to have sailed straight through the gales
could have thought the mishap was but a tale
worth telling when you've nothing left but words.
well i won't dwell on a distinctful past
no more...
and the story gets told long love at last
like nothing you ever heard.
on to the next thing...
what are we doing with our lives?
hey there!
calls the slogan of the selecting elite
one word
and you could change the game with better players
what now?
we've come around and dabbled in greetings
with more
the relationship could come around to our entrails
please think of the thought that i miss you.
it's a thought, oh i'm alright, i'm alright.
just pass it right back so i can see you.
it's still on my mind, yes toronto in mind.
please think of this thought that i hear you.
but a thought, oh alright, yes alright.
i've passed it right back so i'd see you.
there's toronto in mind, all on my mind.
i'm not so good with words like the lovers i've seen.
i've stumbled further down than i thought was obscene.
i couldn't dare enact the life of my real dreams
without changing... well i'm changing...
"this time what i'm doing i think is alright."
better kentucky's christiansen, better be just right.
i'll stumble over to check leftover entrails in sight
while changing... still i'm changing...
another word and i change the game or stay.
("talk to me, dance with here... in the spotlight girl!"
yes Daniela: yet another crappy write, however focused.)
Copyright ©
remy
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2004-10-09 12:44:08]
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Re: The Ship's Violin
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by Dorian on
Saturday, 9th October 2004 @ 12:50:13 PM AEST
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this peice of writting is as beautiful as the first
words from a childs mouth * * * * * * * * * *
Dorian : ) |
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Re: The Ship's Violin
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by Daniela_Maria_Violin on
Saturday, 9th October 2004 @ 02:52:05 PM AEST
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| I'm hanging on to all of these. :) |
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Re: The Ship's Violin
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by Hurretje on
Monday, 11th October 2004 @ 02:56:01 AM AEST
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Wonderful, heartfelt message!
Good to read.
Greetz,
Hur |
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Re: The Ship's Violin
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 25th November 2004 @ 05:44:06 PM AEST
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Its painful to read. Not because its crappy, but because I see myself in some memories here . . .
Keep writing, Remy. |
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