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November 16th, 2000, 11:33 PM
#1
Inactive Member
The world moves too fast
too slow
I can't keep up
can't keep track of what's
going on around me
can't stay grounded in the
now
so I walk a litle faster
move a little slower
breathe a little
harder stronger
so i can feel a litle freer
something
anything
just to connect with the earth
beneath me
to Feel the people around me
but I can't
and any minute now
I will lose all touch
simply float away
caught by the insignificant air
and blown to nothing
like morning mist
before the bloody sun
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November 17th, 2000, 07:28 AM
#2
Dano
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November 20th, 2000, 03:53 PM
#3
Inactive Member
This would make a really good prose viniette (spelling). You should write it in paragraph for in full sentances, its sort of confusing to read it poem formatt. But as Dano said, its great imagery and you get your confusion and frustration with everything across really well. Nice work.
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It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tradgedies of history are caused not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but people being fundimentally people-- Good Omens, Neil Gaiman
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November 21st, 2000, 01:31 AM
#4
Inactive Member
thank you Tyler. I'm going to play around with that idea, see if I come up with something workable
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November 27th, 2000, 01:35 AM
#5
Inactive Member
"morning mist before the bloody sun" That's one hell of a line girl, Good job
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