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Array ( [sid] => 123623 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Greyness of Bubbles [time] => 2006-07-24 02:46:05 [hometext] => [bodytext] => A man walking past
Looking like he heard a reason to move
I ask "Where are you going?"
He responds saying " Can't you hear the voices?"
But I heard nothing

I shrug my shoulders
Place my hands in my pockets
I hug my neck with my collar
This world so grey

A woman standing, staring towards the sky,
She smiled so beautifully,
I ask " What do you see?"
She responds "Can't you see the artistry?"
I couldn't

I look down at my feet
Shuffle them in the dirt
I pick up my pace
This is grey this place

A child sitting with his mother
Talks to his imaginary friend
The mother feeding what wasn't there
Laughing with her child
I ask "Why are you talking to nobody?"
They respond "But he is here can't you see, can't you hear?"
Tears streaming, I whispered " No I can't."

I move slowly with all the little energy I have
With every effort I could summon, I try to reach out
I listen deeply for just a sound, a reason
I look closely for the beauty in the sky

But, I travel alone in this grey world
Not one damn question answered
No one helping even when I cryptically asked
So I wander watching all those in colour
Disconnected, watching from my bubble, my world of grey
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The Greyness of Bubbles

Contributed by Lips on Monday, 24th July 2006 @ 02:46:05 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

A man walking past
Looking like he heard a reason to move
I ask "Where are you going?"
He responds saying " Can't you hear the voices?"
But I heard nothing

I shrug my shoulders
Place my hands in my pockets
I hug my neck with my collar
This world so grey

A woman standing, staring towards the sky,
She smiled so beautifully,
I ask " What do you see?"
She responds "Can't you see the artistry?"
I couldn't

I look down at my feet
Shuffle them in the dirt
I pick up my pace
This is grey this place

A child sitting with his mother
Talks to his imaginary friend
The mother feeding what wasn't there
Laughing with her child
I ask "Why are you talking to nobody?"
They respond "But he is here can't you see, can't you hear?"
Tears streaming, I whispered " No I can't."

I move slowly with all the little energy I have
With every effort I could summon, I try to reach out
I listen deeply for just a sound, a reason
I look closely for the beauty in the sky

But, I travel alone in this grey world
Not one damn question answered
No one helping even when I cryptically asked
So I wander watching all those in colour
Disconnected, watching from my bubble, my world of grey

Copyright © Lips ... [ 2006-07-24 02:46:05]
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Re: The Greyness of Bubbles (User Rating: 1 )
by Lo2681 on Monday, 24th July 2006 @ 03:34:34 AM AEST
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wow very dead write. it is very descriptive and tells a good story...i like your style:)

~Lo

Re: The Greyness of Bubbles (User Rating: 1 )
by Lips on Monday, 24th July 2006 @ 03:36:37 AM AEST
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ty :)

Re: The Greyness of Bubbles (User Rating: 1 )
by lillyjane on Monday, 24th July 2006 @ 06:14:24 AM AEST
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Beautiful and sad but can understand what you are saying, lovely poem. xx

Re: The Greyness of Bubbles (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Monday, 24th July 2006 @ 09:43:05 AM AEST
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I can relate to the greyness. If this is you in the write. Hang on. Keep writing, keep expressing. I thought you wrote this very well. Definitely could feel the grey, almost as if if coated me thickly while reading. I see lots of colors in my life, now. Yes, I still have the grey days at times. Loved your expression.
Peace, Laura

Re: The Greyness of Bubbles (User Rating: 1 )
by kttykttywfreckls on Monday, 24th July 2006 @ 01:44:57 PM AEST
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I am at a loss for any words other than the first thing that came to mind as I finished reading. And that is WOW. This is excellent. Keep up the good work. And things do get better. Hang in there.....

Re: The Greyness of Bubbles (User Rating: 1 )
by Lips on Monday, 24th July 2006 @ 04:11:34 PM AEST
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ty all for commenting :)

Re: The Greyness of Bubbles (User Rating: 1 )
by holstein on Monday, 24th July 2006 @ 04:47:00 PM AEST
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I really enjoyed your poem, also kinda related to it, at times that is:)

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