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Array ( [sid] => 125763 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Beige Box of Stifled Dreams. [time] => 2006-09-14 22:04:14 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The beige box of stifling dreams
Where the creator’s creation is destroyed
The mind is chained
The heart is broken
In the beige box of stifling imagination
Boredom is all there is,
The air is gray
And the lights almost non-existent
In the beige box of stifling vision,
The chairs are made of torture
And the hard floor is like ice,
The air smells like death,
In the beige box of stifling freedom,
Must I ever return to the beige box of horror?
I shell die there stifled from no air,
Yet this is the nightmare of English 3305
In the beige box of stifled dreams.
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The Beige Box of Stifled Dreams.

Contributed by alison on Thursday, 14th September 2006 @ 10:04:14 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished



The beige box of stifling dreams
Where the creator’s creation is destroyed
The mind is chained
The heart is broken
In the beige box of stifling imagination
Boredom is all there is,
The air is gray
And the lights almost non-existent
In the beige box of stifling vision,
The chairs are made of torture
And the hard floor is like ice,
The air smells like death,
In the beige box of stifling freedom,
Must I ever return to the beige box of horror?
I shell die there stifled from no air,
Yet this is the nightmare of English 3305
In the beige box of stifled dreams.




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Re: The Beige Box of Stifled Dreams. (User Rating: 1 )
by one-curly-fry on Thursday, 14th September 2006 @ 11:35:28 PM AEST
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I believe I understand where you are with this one - did you write it in class or before class or something like that? I just ask because, for me the lament over a conformed idea or approach that one typically meets in classes tends to be frustrating for a true thinker. Imagin, however, you are like me - in science!

- Tim


Re: The Beige Box of Stifled Dreams. (User Rating: 1 )
by ever1der on Friday, 15th September 2006 @ 02:11:21 AM AEST
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stifled dreams..the most miserable .. The air smelling of death..the only flowers those carried to cover the stench.
Not very romantic; even the little song..ring around the roses..pockets filled with posies..ashes ashes all fall down was about death..


Re: The Beige Box of Stifled Dreams. (User Rating: 1 )
by whiteleo1984 on Friday, 15th September 2006 @ 03:07:52 AM AEST
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stifling dreams, stifling imagination, stifling vision... very well written, u allow the reader 2 really feel yur pain... wonderfully done, cant wait 2 hear more from u.




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