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Life From a Bus
Contributed by
waos
on
Wednesday, 1st December 2004 @ 08:02:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Stare out the dirty windows
onto the dirty streets;
check out the houses hanging
like cobwebs on the corners.
City passes into prairie
as death warms the frozen pavement.
Look for answers in the brown blades
that lie depressed into the ground.
See the line of horizon;
life's a journey to that ever distant point.
Close your eyes against intruders,
slide your finger up the volume;
hide all that's forming, building,
like a storm within you.
Step from the stairs onto frozen ground
and walk back into life.
Copyright ©
waos
... [
2004-12-01 20:02:35] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Life From a Bus
(User Rating: 1 ) by evilcherry312 on
Wednesday, 1st December 2004 @ 08:05:43 PM AEST (User
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nicely done, even if you say it was done quickly. |
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Re: Life From a Bus
(User Rating: 1 ) by shattered_heart on
Wednesday, 1st December 2004 @ 08:11:26 PM AEST (User
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I like it. You must be good at putting things together on the spot. Good write.
- Rachelle |
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Re: Life From a Bus
(User Rating: 1 ) by Essentially9 on
Wednesday, 1st December 2004 @ 09:06:04 PM AEST (User
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excellent write. the bus i ride is horrible. all of the freshmen act like wild animals so you cant even hear yourself thinking or even look out the window and really see anything because you are preoccupied not being annoyed to death. |
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Re: Life From a Bus
(User Rating: 1 ) by Sinned on
Sunday, 13th February 2005 @ 12:18:05 PM AEST (User
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Gosh seems like a hundred years.
Busses I road to school were painted red,white and blue.
I never road a cannery like you.
Looking back at school brings happy tears.
Nice jobon your poem.
Sinned |
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Re: Life From a Bus
(User Rating: 1 ) by mysticaldancer on
Tuesday, 22nd February 2005 @ 07:11:41 PM AEST (User
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don't you just love it when things just pop into your head and you can run with it? i know i do! very nice poem! i enjoyed reading it! |
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Re: Life From a Bus
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Tuesday, 15th March 2005 @ 01:45:52 AM AEST (User
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Another good write.
huggs,
emy |
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