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Nothing left to say (white walls)
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Wednesday, 10th May 2006 @ 06:20:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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There is nothing left to say. I sit quietly, alone; full of ideas, full of *****. The world flashes a mad grin and slithers down my spine. A star begins to press at the boundaries of my vision, skirting away even as I consider the profundity of its existence. It is much like my own existence.
A white wall, or peach; a glass woman seeking the foot of my bed; books, a hat, soda cans, dust and dust and dust with shirts and shoes. Spare change sleeps soundly to my left; an A&W mug mocks the face of my face, a prism in the distant thunder of my dreams.
There is a war to end all war painted on every street, in every window, in every breath breathed. We are so quick to occupy our minds. I remember the way the light hit the sequins of her dress. I remember fire, lifted over Arizona skies. I remember laughter, and more, I remember my own laughter. It is justice served that I am set here, alone. It is justice served that I am bitter, lonely memory.
It is true; I have nothing left to say.
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Re: Nothing left to say (white walls)
(User Rating: 1 ) by Lo2681 on
Wednesday, 10th May 2006 @ 06:46:02 PM AEST (User
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I really enjoyed this peace. There always reaches a point in all situations in life where you have said all u can and done all u can. And " there is nothing left to say". This is a good life lesson.
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