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Different
Contributed by
Red_October
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Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 02:10:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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All quiet and still alert
but the moments, like dirt,
stand still until
the wind motivates it to go
to the places it must
and when it settles
it's still just dust.
Life is like that,
blowing around
sometimes controlled
but sometimes not found.
Just no place to go,
no place to be,
making drama out of necessity
lingers anything but boredom
in a house like mine,
the entire thing
an envious shrine
of everything I wish was mine.
Life is like that sometimes.
I want to scream
instead of dream
about all those things.
Those people, those scenes
that keep me green
are the most unattainable by any means.
I wonder if life is like that for them sometimes...
running fast but staying behind...
eyes wide open but nonetheless blind...
I said ''I am them, They are me''
but they are unmistakably
different.
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Red_October
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2004-11-16 14:10:08] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Different
(User Rating: 1 ) by shelby on
Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 02:19:35 PM AEST (User
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terrific write here and yes I feel others think at times of having what someone else has its human the grass is always greener type of deal
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Re: Different
(User Rating: 1 ) by afterdark on
Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 04:09:09 PM AEST (User
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i really liked this one...your very good at this |
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