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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 5:48 pm
Just a place for people to comment/look at my poetry. Mainly for me to keep track of it, and so I can find it again. Okay, so first one:
Ghost Town Blues
I stand here all alone, Dead center of the road. It has been so long since I was last here, In my now forgotten town.
There was a time when Laughter had filled the air, The wind carried it as it billowed by. Now the engine of my car, Loud and roaring with impatience, Is the only noise that’s left.
Not a single person remains. Only rodents dwell here now, Scurrying past, looking for shelter in this unforgiving heat. Hundreds of them, Too afraid of being blinded by the sun.
Toys abandoned in front yards. There are no children left to play. No parents left to bring them out. Everyone is gone, Picking up pieces in some other town. There is no one left to care, About this lonely, little town. Exactly why it has turned ghostly, So empty and cold, Is a bitter memory, That has never been retold.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 6:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 10:36 am
pretty good...i must admit.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 5:56 pm
Thanks you two smile Here is another one I recently wrote, the format is going to be a bit messed up cause Gaia doesnt like abnormal spacing. The Tap Tap Taps are suposed to be in a kind of a triangle ish format, and where the one word is on its own there is supposed to be a bit of a space.
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Tap Tap Tap Goes the keyboard On its own it lies motionless. Dead My fingers act as a catalyst igniting a fury of literary substance. Tap Tap Tap A glance at the keys show chaos No visible order in which they are placed. Spontaneous But my fingers are in control Finding every key as if nothing was misplaced. Tap Tap Tap
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 11:17 pm
Where Does The Good Go?
A two dimensional Look at the world below, A three dimensional Look at the world once lost.
Intertwining thoughts And confusion laden Quests for self realization.
Selfless acts of Charity lost to A narcissism of an Over deprived egos.
Today is our tomorrow, Lost and forgotten; A lifeless cycle of self delusion.
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