Statue Off
all the happy moments... all the happy thoughts..
all were just illusions brought around by the dilemma...
of who is and what is...
spirits beyond the abyss gather together
to make her fantasy all come true..
but what is true?
she started playing with the air...
hugging someone who isnt there...
and she had coffee.. and a conversation with the raindrop...
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The See-saw | 1 | 12/08/2011 |
| Statue Off | 0 | 12/08/2011 |
| someone else' home | 2 | 04/11/2009 |
| My Handsome Groom | 1 | 04/01/2009 |
| tomorrow's love | 2 | 03/25/2009 |
| Love Make | 1 | 03/25/2009 |
| unnoticed | 2 | 03/25/2009 |
| Bride | 0 | 03/25/2009 |
| strangers to the fire | 2 | 08/09/2009 |
| familiar stranger | 1 | 03/25/2009 |
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