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The Land Outside
Contributed by
one-curly-fry
on
Saturday, 14th October 2006 @ 06:17:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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I finally woke up
it was the dead place
- outside the window
the room we had
paintings you painted
the table I made
a vase you placed those flowers in
a Ginkgo I made a bonsai
it’s all gone
the room burnt down
because you were just dust
- a figment I dreamt
I suppose I merely dreamt that room
I suppose I learnt love differently
your dictionary seems wrong
no wonder your love dies with time
and they
- at the local pub
give the same definition
- as you
and laugh at my contrary
no escaping from this heat
- outside that window
no escape from the fact
that I’m not suppose to be here
I was never intended
a loved mistake
- when my feet were small
but now that I can grow sideburns
and think love is more than this
- that life was meant to be more
There will be no more rooms for me
- no talking from me
my accent tells I’m a foreigner
with common grounds.
2/10/06
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Re: The Land Outside
(User Rating: 1 ) by one-curly-fry on
Saturday, 14th October 2006 @ 06:34:54 AM AEST (User
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must've gone over the word limit for the comment - it was supposed to say that I had a motive for placing "In Our Solitude", "A Random Heart" and a few others. I wanted to post this poem but it's highly referenced on other work... |
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Re: The Land Outside
(User Rating: 1 ) by Alison on
Saturday, 14th October 2006 @ 08:05:58 PM AEST (User
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oh....now i understand....great write, very moving and true.i really like the flow of it. |
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