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Array ( [sid] => 78274 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Dear Paper [time] => 2005-01-03 12:16:23 [hometext] => COMMENTS PLEASE! [bodytext] => Dear Paper
*************
I look at u my empty page
beautiful, white, and gleaming,
tha lines that run across your grain
will somehow contain my screaming.
I've tried to break this sad affair
out of guilt, out of despair,
but no one knows me like u do
my beautiful page with lines of blue.
All my secrets u have kept
of my youth, my truths, my sorrows
you've accepted me with my darkened past
and all my dreams for tomorrow.
every failure,
every moment of glory,
all my imagination
every sad, or happy story.
When there wasn't a friend
that could lend me his shoulder,
I have laidened u, page,
filled u border to border.
I have written of queens
that lay on tarnished thrones,
or of wandering kings,
and tha streets that they've roamed.
When dad finally left
as I wrote on u, page,
u endured all my fears,
and was stained by my tears.
U have given yourself to me
line after line,
you've laid under my pen
time endless time.
Endured essays and poems
some that do or don't rhyme,
together we have traveled
from rivers to shrines.
I often have wondered
what complaint you'd have said,
or tha color of your blood
should u sometime had bled.
I hold u, my paper,
so close to my heart
me of flesh, blood, and bone,
u of wood, ink, and bark.

By Erik
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Dear Paper

Contributed by Rhino33 on Monday, 3rd January 2005 @ 12:16:23 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Dear Paper
*************
I look at u my empty page
beautiful, white, and gleaming,
tha lines that run across your grain
will somehow contain my screaming.
I've tried to break this sad affair
out of guilt, out of despair,
but no one knows me like u do
my beautiful page with lines of blue.
All my secrets u have kept
of my youth, my truths, my sorrows
you've accepted me with my darkened past
and all my dreams for tomorrow.
every failure,
every moment of glory,
all my imagination
every sad, or happy story.
When there wasn't a friend
that could lend me his shoulder,
I have laidened u, page,
filled u border to border.
I have written of queens
that lay on tarnished thrones,
or of wandering kings,
and tha streets that they've roamed.
When dad finally left
as I wrote on u, page,
u endured all my fears,
and was stained by my tears.
U have given yourself to me
line after line,
you've laid under my pen
time endless time.
Endured essays and poems
some that do or don't rhyme,
together we have traveled
from rivers to shrines.
I often have wondered
what complaint you'd have said,
or tha color of your blood
should u sometime had bled.
I hold u, my paper,
so close to my heart
me of flesh, blood, and bone,
u of wood, ink, and bark.

By Erik

Copyright © Rhino33 ... [ 2005-01-03 12:16:23]
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Re: Dear Paper (User Rating: 1 )
by tx_graffiti_gal on Monday, 3rd January 2005 @ 12:57:58 PM AEST
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Beautiful work here, How you made it flow and rhyme and your feelings down on PAPER wow... I really enjoyed reading it. Read this type of poetry all day long... good job , your friend sandy

Re: Dear Paper (User Rating: 1 )
by SeptChill on Monday, 3rd January 2005 @ 01:48:40 PM AEST
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I really liked it. Some parts were very powerful, and I could connect to the expression behind the poem. I didn't like the use of "U" over "You," but that was it. The rest was really...moving.

Re: Dear Paper (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 3rd January 2005 @ 05:13:23 PM AEST
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I liked it--it's smooth and flowing, almost musical. Paper is the best friend that doesn't talk back. Clever to write about it

Re: Dear Paper (User Rating: 1 )
by wray on Tuesday, 4th January 2005 @ 04:26:08 AM AEST
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I like how your final two lines seem to give life to the paper:

"me of flesh, blood, and bone,
u of wood, ink, and bark."

I'm not sure about your use of "u" and the "tha" for this kind of writing but I enjoyed it anyway, nice work :)

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