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Contributed by dolly_dagger on Friday, 22nd April 2005 @ 05:30:20 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



skeleton tree opens
the door to Spring
skeleton key opens
the thoughts within

I've got a headache called Capitalism
stalking me round each pure shore

I'm stuck in several books at once
Searching for the metaphor

Lay your cards on the table
Where my future lies
I don't know

Waiting for her to Blossom
Contact comfort
My secure base for exploration
One limb stretched out to each 'care-giver'
Just like the baby monkey, or

whatever animal you choose to view me as
Acknowledge me
Grade me
Validate me,
My existence
I don't know who I am without it...

Stop.
I really feel invisible.
Floating through indifferent corridors
My voice is lost in the in-crowds
They're heads ahead of me in their little wet-dream

I sit down hard,
ripping the conservative propaganda from my chair

Baking is logical - to remain dry, rational
Because no-one cares if I am or if I'm not
Until my results come through





Copyright © dolly_dagger ... [ 2005-04-22 17:30:20]
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Re: thoughts (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Friday, 22nd April 2005 @ 08:53:45 PM AEST
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Re: thoughts (User Rating: 1)
by shelby on Friday, April 22 2005 @ 17:48:20 CDT
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intersting concepts I liked the way you used tree's well the entire poem was very good
Michelle

Re: thoughts (User Rating: 1)
by spazz911 on Friday, April 22 2005 @ 20:12:28 CDT
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i agree on the concepte but i love them they r unique and well cool....
~kc~








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