Experience

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  • Confusion
    • Trailmixed
    • Looking inside the outside higher points of veiw, everyone has the answers...

    Experience

    Lined up they did
    one by one
    they kid
    its like a joke they won't get
    There is no choice in the mind of a brain that fantasizes the journeys end
    like a track
    like a clock
    like the concept of similes
    or a bike chain

    Follow the voice
    Into war... sympathy?
    Not from them never
    Will their savior fly in from miles above or will their doom be ours?
    Desolate dry eventless catastrophic calligraphy
    A wisdom to ponder the poet ponds dirty thunder
    Transient being explain yourself...
    ...
    don't be, just be
    As if everyday was a new life
    No need to explain
    for me
    life is only a footprint
    Sneakers in disguise
    Cry wild
    Mother says
    goes until weather is nigh
    Realize
    Human Failures can't try

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    ViolentEyes1 commented on Experience

    03-08-2011

    I really like this one! Very stream-of-consciousness. Like looking into the soul's window, but the window's frosted. Right on!
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    Trailmixed commented on Experience

    03-08-2011

    THANK YOU! :D PEOPLE
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    ginga commented on Experience

    07-20-2009

    The frilities of life as we know it. This is a philo/sci poem that is amazing to read. I wold love to hear you read it orally. Awesome! Ginga
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    Shelby commented on Experience

    03-08-2009

    Holy hell. It's amazing. I am comfused, buy still in stupor. I like the different lengths in the sentences. Very well written.
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    SusanLee commented on Experience

    03-06-2009

    All your pieces are really full of emotion I do get it. some of your metaphors well.. I will leave it alone for now until I can fully understand your language we all speak diferently and I am here reading and listening because I like hearing diferent voices like wearing diferent colors. Your poems are Interesting and definately not boring
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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