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A ***** Poor Excuse.
Contributed by
lostrelic
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Tuesday, 17th January 2012 @ 10:30:01 PM in AEST
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Speaking of lines drawn in the sand as your foot goes over.
Passing life as it's a game to win and win you must.
Trapped in some sort of surrealist illusion of floating fish and smiling bears.
Is this what you exepcted?
When you put that first toe in the sand.
Didn't you not expect to be pushed when you went over the limit?
Crashing like glass on a lonely street.
As pieces glimmer in the moon like the those old dreams.
There is no more lies.
So steady as she goes.
Now walking in these uncharted seas,
waiting for the next capsize.
Steady as she blows.
Crisp wind of fate playing your heart in her hands.
Watching you squirm as those little fishies you use to mock.
Those ones you thought so little of you to eat.
Steady as it goes.
This world.
Passing smiling bears.
Passing life and its endless dreams.
Fractial points of view.
As the room gently spins.
Steady as she goes...
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lostrelic
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2012-01-17 22:30:01] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: A ***** Poor Excuse.
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Tuesday, 17th January 2012 @ 10:42:18 PM AEST (User
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Wow, Great writing.
Very deep.
Hope all is well with you and yours, friend.
Blessings,
emy
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Re: A ***** Poor Excuse.
(User Rating: 1 ) by northernlights on
Wednesday, 18th January 2012 @ 02:44:57 AM AEST (User
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Fantastic writing great imagery and an onion poem that you can continue to peel each time you read it. |
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