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March 25th, 2003, 03:18 AM
#1
Inactive Member
type out all dreams:
poor puddles of drool drops
in the morning ? excitement
i must remember and recollect
type out all haiku:
miniscule moments,
a slim sum of measurement,
a small semblance in structured words
searching for serenity,
trying to assemble
the broken pieces of
Buson Yosa's peace.
bulk up manuscript:
I'm tired of looking at the flimsy
thing.
my words aren't strong
enough.
inked, anterior instants,
pink, inferior intellect
work on novel:
find a worthy
purpose,
make the text worthwhile,
precise
I must write for all the
people inside of me,
the people
near me, and all the rest ?
the plethora of people
I don't know, or will ever know.
but I must give it a go
write the last love letter:
this longing has lasted too long
I don't know where I belong since she's been gone.
I'm tired of this pretense between the two of us.
I must
pepper her
and
attack her
until all the question marks have melted
away.
find myself:
I'm tired of what I'm not becoming.
I'm lost in the addiction of thinking.
I'm weak in this constant state of not forgetting the past.
I don't want to play around anymore.
I will not become another small town-mustached factory worker.
That I must recant.
It's time to unfold the plans
and act.
I must.
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March 25th, 2003, 03:42 AM
#2
Inactive Member
This sounds like how I've felt for the past couple months.
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March 25th, 2003, 04:16 PM
#3
Senior Hostboard Member
I've known you for a long time my friend...
and I must say, this is another level of your writing.
I REALLY REALLY liked this peice.
Everything clicked so nicely... the words, and the pauses were wonderful.
I can't say enough about this peice.
It was awesome.
Nuff' said.
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August 17th, 2003, 01:10 AM
#4
Inactive Member
For anyone too lazy to go look for it i thought i'd bump this up for you [img]biggrin.gif[/img]
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