Windowsill

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    Windowsill

    I feel nullified

    Memory is fading

    This is the end of the moment

    And I don’t know where to take it from here

     

    Stared myself blind, the view from my window

    Rubbing my eyeballs, phantoms offa my retina

    By the door my earthly possessions in a suitcase

    Ready to go wherever

     

    Rewrote my diary

    Emerging still more victorious, conqueror of the forgotten

    Clouds, rain, snow, ice, broken hip

    I feel like…

     

    …dancing, being a crux in someone’s life

    Saving everyone from the twelfth hour

    My tulips just bloomed in a silent explosion

    Life’s pretty damn dormant on my dusty windowsill

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    erroneousflint commented on Windowsill

    09-21-2010

    "Windowsill" smacks with the the preoccupation of feeling frozen inside our head and an all too sapless, carefully calculated move away from our stagnation....""""""""""""""""""This is the end of the moment And I don’t know where to take it from here""""""""""""""" This is priceless....how many of us have been there, yet we remain powerless to name it!!!!! All of us accept you "S" to the "N"
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    KtIrish commented on Windowsill

    09-21-2010

    Exellent work. You have a great talent. I can't wait to read more :)
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    ginga commented on Windowsill

    09-18-2010

    Olsen, Poetic imagery that lends one to believe that escape will save the subject from harm, as the windowsill collects the gunpowder of man. ginga
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    dahlusion commented on Windowsill

    09-17-2010

    an entertaining collection of random thoughts. peace and light, dah
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    Olan01 commented on Windowsill

    09-15-2010

    You are an invision person to take dust on a windowsill on a boring day and turning it into a interesting poem. Good write. Olan
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