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The Red Room
Contributed by
Rae
on
Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 03:12:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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my wound was as red as the sunset,
as the piano plays gently with the hot summer breeze.
i give small sighs as i lay on the floor,
covered in autumn leaves.
he has left me.
again.
i look out of the window,
wishing for the birds to fly by and
tell me it's 10 in the morning.
that the sun is moving above our heads,
and somewhere in the world outside,
a heart is too cold to hear mine beat.
he's alone.
what has he become?
or am i too blinded by the words we speak?
too weak?
i cannot move my wrist.
i cannot feel anything attached to my shoulder.
am i slowly dying or has a part of me always been paralyzed?
the wind blows in inconsistent pattern.
in 5 minutes, it will take me with it.
- Rae'04. 110604. Sat. 9:49PM.
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Rae
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2004-11-16 15:12:58]
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Re: The Red Room
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by afterdark on
Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 03:13:43 PM AEST
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| great write..i loved this |
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Re: The Red Room
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by fielding88 on
Sunday, 23rd January 2005 @ 12:16:59 PM AEST
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| You could take this poem so many ways...Honestly, by the end I thought the person was acutally a leaf and "he" was actually the tree. The important thing is that this poem made me think and I enjoyed it for that. Good write. |
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