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Array ( [sid] => 185369 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => an un-birthing [time] => 2018-08-21 02:50:59 [hometext] => I spit into the face of Time. ~Keats [bodytext] => I will always
feel
the kaleidoscope/unicorn
death
deep in my bones

hollow spaces invites
invasions
tossed by fate
to/too outer
spaces

hands full of empty
time twisting
straining not
to look back

wishing hurts
most
of all
loss
such a small
word

stirred up wasp head
with my secret
hair shirt
and blind eyes

she/'/s in the box
and not in the box
bright and as broken
as hard glass

in hollow places
my wonder dies
and who am I?
who? who?

a pen-hole whispers
the pin drops
the void
is a chasm

silent..
[comments] => 4 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 73 [informant] => ming [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )

an un-birthing

Contributed by ming on Tuesday, 21st August 2018 @ 02:50:59 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract

I will always
feel
the kaleidoscope/unicorn
death
deep in my bones

hollow spaces invites
invasions
tossed by fate
to/too outer
spaces

hands full of empty
time twisting
straining not
to look back

wishing hurts
most
of all
loss
such a small
word

stirred up wasp head
with my secret
hair shirt
and blind eyes

she/'/s in the box
and not in the box
bright and as broken
as hard glass

in hollow places
my wonder dies
and who am I?
who? who?

a pen-hole whispers
the pin drops
the void
is a chasm

silent..

Copyright © ming ... [ 2018-08-21 02:50:59]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: an un-birthing (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Thursday, 23rd August 2018 @ 05:19:19 AM AEST
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Thank you for gifting me the opportunity to absorb this masterful assembly of words. They are in all the right places, good soldiers to a word, forming companies, and building into a regiment; letters that obey as any soldier should, lining up to become a word.

You are the Field Marshal, and your army is mighty.

"in hollow places
my wonder dies
and who am I?
who? who?"

in reply to the stanza pasted above, to most I would say, "Get out of my head!", but you, Ming, I have no problem accommodating.

Respectfully,

Michael

Re: an un-birthing (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 26th August 2018 @ 09:12:58 AM AEST
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Oh how I myself
too do wonder about
the spindle of time

they say this love
was never born
to see the full
facade

its joy might one
day bring,
too shaken
by sorrow in
some ungrateful
lament

to seem to know,
its shapeless
memory,
to be lost
by times
ungentleness
that surrounds

all any reasons
to hope to ever know

And a sadness burrows
any beuaty
full

this stringent
world
utterly lost
within its own wound

to one day feel
as if it were
all our own

Peace!

Re: an un-birthing (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Wednesday, 19th December 2018 @ 03:23:55 AM AEST
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how did i miss this one
wow
so good.....

Re: an un-birthing (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Monday, 10th January 2022 @ 02:47:58 PM AEST
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Ming, you are beautiful how you think and write. I hope you find yourself in a stronger place where you can begin to share your gift again.

I hope to see you again soon.

~Scorp

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