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April 18th, 2001, 03:49 AM
#1
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i can feel it burning into me now and i want this more forever.
i can see me drowning in this and i want it more and more -
press, push and pound into the days like sweat and salt upon my eyes, i can see glory in the sands of time - i want this more forever -
this more forever without question i know i want this and this so much forever - i can feel this into me and i can feed myself on this and i will never die in this -
this more forever - i can live in this - be engulfed by the blood pumping through this - silent till now but i want this - more - more
i was struggling with what? and now i'm back to who? but i've realized its I and that's enough - so i hold on - seizing the sun - i hold tight and push it into me - i can take this forever.
i can take this - i can do this - i can eat this into me and it will fill me up until the stitches burst and all the dried blood comes out - i will be clean and i can take this forever.
can you take it forever?
can you break forever?
will it take you away?
floating out into the ocean where winds will whip you without drive into nothingness - forever?
i will take this forever.
___---parch
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April 20th, 2001, 09:34 AM
#2
Inactive Member
I'm surprised no one commented on this poem.
this particular piece...gave me two meanings. I wasen't sure at what your getting at. I will comment on the other meaning I got from this poem.
To me this all could be summed up in two words, desire and ambition. What ever the goal was, you described the need for it and the striving for it. You used alot of words that descirbed a long period of time, forever, was repetitive...which intensifies the need and wanting of the goal.
Still this leaves me to question, that whatever you can live with, is bad or good...for you did not define if this.
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April 20th, 2001, 02:46 PM
#3
HB Forum Owner
your 2 words are alright.
and whether it is good or bad?...i'd say both. and i guess i didn't define that or didn't define "what i can live with" very well, i know that i honestly am hiding things in this poem, not for any great reason but just because i like to have my own possession of my thoughts sometimes...i wanted to describe my PUSH for what it is, but i didn't wanna let out what i'm pushing for because then its not mine anymore, then its everyone's....and i'm a little possessive.
___---parch
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