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Sleepseeing
Contributed by
EternitysLyre
on
Thursday, 4th November 2004 @ 04:40:20 AM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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Quietly, gingerly, breathlessly
Tiptoe past the hands
The drugged,
stalking seconds finally forgotten
Thumping in fear of waking them up
Stealthily, covertly, silently;
Muffled dins of excavation,
Concealed in fervent keepsakes
Flickering slightly to the gleam of once-bright eyes
Weakly, paradoxically, gently
Cradling found memories gone gold
King Midas' touch tainted by the tendrils of time
Life, leeched out and turned cold
Heavy in hands
Shackled to reality
Forgetting, awaking...
Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock....
[...as if] life goes on.
Copyright ©
EternitysLyre
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2004-11-04 04:40:20]
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Re: Sleepseeing
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by Rakerman1999 on
Thursday, 4th November 2004 @ 04:47:44 AM AEST
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Very different style for you, but I love it.
You always have such depth to your writes.
Very well done
Barkeep!
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Re: Sleepseeing
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by Stitch on
Sunday, 14th November 2004 @ 06:30:59 AM AEST
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This reminded me of a special experience I had a few years ago visiting my grandparent's house. I practically grew up there, but hadn't been there in years.
When I opened the door and stepped in my memory rushed back in a flood of sights, sounds, colors, and smells.
Obviously moving stuff.
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Re: Sleepseeing
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 14th November 2008 @ 04:45:40 AM AEST
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This reminds me a lot of when I studied dreams. I wanted to say....keep a note pad on your night stand and immediately write down your dream before you forget it but alas, you had forgotten it before you woke. I'm sleepy, saw the titled, picked it to read. It fits right in to where my head is at. Hmmm, I think... cause I'm Shackled to reality and it is real, therefore, I must remember to go to sleep now. But before I go, I must say, you are a genius with metaphors and imagery.
Tim
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