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[sid] => 185369
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => an un-birthing
[time] => 2018-08-21 02:50:59
[hometext] => I spit into the face of Time. ~Keats
[bodytext] => I will always
feel
the kaleidoscope/unicorn
death
deep in my bones
hollow spaces invites
invasions
tossed by fate
to/too outer
spaces
hands full of empty
time twisting
straining not
to look back
wishing hurts
most
of all
loss
such a small
word
stirred up wasp head
with my secret
hair shirt
and blind eyes
she/'/s in the box
and not in the box
bright and as broken
as hard glass
in hollow places
my wonder dies
and who am I?
who? who?
a pen-hole whispers
the pin drops
the void
is a chasm
silent..
[comments] => 4
[counter] => 183
[topic] => 73
[informant] => ming
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 0
[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => abstract
)
an un-birthing
Contributed by
ming
on
Tuesday, 21st August 2018 @ 02:50:59 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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I will always
feel
the kaleidoscope/unicorn
death
deep in my bones
hollow spaces invites
invasions
tossed by fate
to/too outer
spaces
hands full of empty
time twisting
straining not
to look back
wishing hurts
most
of all
loss
such a small
word
stirred up wasp head
with my secret
hair shirt
and blind eyes
she/'/s in the box
and not in the box
bright and as broken
as hard glass
in hollow places
my wonder dies
and who am I?
who? who?
a pen-hole whispers
the pin drops
the void
is a chasm
silent..
Copyright ©
ming
... [
2018-08-21 02:50:59] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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Re: an un-birthing
(User Rating: 1 ) by Invierno on
Thursday, 23rd August 2018 @ 05:19:19 AM AEST (User
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Thank you for gifting me the opportunity to absorb this masterful assembly of words. They are in all the right places, good soldiers to a word, forming companies, and building into a regiment; letters that obey as any soldier should, lining up to become a word.
You are the Field Marshal, and your army is mighty.
"in hollow places
my wonder dies
and who am I?
who? who?"
in reply to the stanza pasted above, to most I would say, "Get out of my head!", but you, Ming, I have no problem accommodating.
Respectfully,
Michael
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Re: an un-birthing
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 26th August 2018 @ 09:12:58 AM AEST (User
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Oh how I myself
too do wonder about
the spindle of time
they say this love
was never born
to see the full
facade
its joy might one
day bring,
too shaken
by sorrow in
some ungrateful
lament
to seem to know,
its shapeless
memory,
to be lost
by times
ungentleness
that surrounds
all any reasons
to hope to ever know
And a sadness burrows
any beuaty
full
this stringent
world
utterly lost
within its own wound
to one day feel
as if it were
all our own
Peace! |
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Re: an un-birthing
(User Rating: 1 ) by unknown_utopia on
Wednesday, 19th December 2018 @ 03:23:55 AM AEST (User
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how did i miss this one
wow
so good..... |
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Re: an un-birthing
(User Rating: 1 ) by hauntedscorp on
Monday, 10th January 2022 @ 02:47:58 PM AEST (User
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Ming, you are beautiful how you think and write. I hope you find yourself in a stronger place where you can begin to share your gift again.
I hope to see you again soon.
~Scorp |
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