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Smoke
Contributed by
KantKureLyfe
on
Tuesday, 28th June 2005 @ 06:18:56 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I behold my life drifting like smoke through an open window,
Passing into the air and carried upon the currents of all time,
And I sit,
Helplessly staring as my seconds burn,
Memories to ashes,
From a cigarette lit.
Forever cruising on an uncharted course,
Purple fumes rush to join the sky from the embers of a solitary existence,
Weaving their way towards a greater freedom,
Diminishing into space and torn to shreads by the wind.
And still I sit as a prisoner,
Waiting for my time to come,
Every drag marking a wrong move,
Each breath of toxic gas exhaled leaves the sweet scent of bad Karma.
A good intention yet a bad habbit is this life of mine,
One day I shall be extinguished,
My cancerous remains commited to the ashtray of the earth,
And my soul shall become smoke.
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KantKureLyfe
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2005-06-28 06:18:56]
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Re: Smoke
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by Luinil on
Tuesday, 28th June 2005 @ 06:28:53 AM AEST
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| interesting metaphor, nicely written |
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Re: Smoke
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by budge on
Tuesday, 28th June 2005 @ 09:20:07 AM AEST
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| a true description of a life going nowhere i feel the same most of the time excellent use of metaphor well done! |
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