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I Write Becasue Paper Listens
Contributed by
allidoiswrite82
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Wednesday, 5th March 2008 @ 05:17:47 PM in AEST
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I write because the paper listen
And I'm inspired when the stars glistens
Sometimes it seems I've been passed up because somethings missing
And I'm so far beyond irreconcilable differences
Seems like I've been given this mission
Praying and wishing
That one day I'll be the center of attention
The apple of the eye
The rose that grow from the concrete
That smooth relaxing path of street
That you just cant wait till it meets your feet
I want to be that thirst that moves you
The Saturday night beat that grooves you
That gentle hand that sooths you
It's not just about what I do to you
I want to be you
At three o'clock in the morning come see you
Give you my scriptures then bleed you
Show you, not just tell you that I need you
See I write because the paper listens
So when the words beat like a motor pistons
And you read these phases that I've given
You know I'm somewhere kissing
paper to pen
perhaps adding this in
Just to make it relate
I'm in a place where bliss cant go missin
White pages like forever fields
If nothing else this can't end
I've made lovers of these inanimate objects and made them speak like a true friend
And if you don't understand then there is no way you could be in the place that I'm in
I write because the paper listen
And it wont ridicule me for these thoughts in the distances
If enlightenment is a sentence Then life is what I been given
And I wouldn't pass on it either
Nor require my muse to award me a breather
I want to pass through the other side of the tunnel
And so I write leaving this paper trail
To get me back through
If not for me then you
Only after you learn that
I WRITE BECAUSE PAPER LISTENS
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Re: I Write Becasue Paper Listens
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by high_on_duct_tape on
Wednesday, 5th March 2008 @ 05:34:16 PM AEST
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You tried way too hard here to rhyme, and yet you still didn't do it very well. You also said very little in a lot of words; the poem did not need to be nearly that long.
By the way, grammar is your friend. Not that you need to follow it in all cases, but it generally makes you more articulate. You should look into that. |
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Re: I Write Becasue Paper Listens
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by emystar on
Wednesday, 5th March 2008 @ 06:24:53 PM AEST
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I think it's a very unique, meaningfull write.
good work.
I write to frre my soul and we all have our unique voice. Doesn't do anyone any good to try-n-tell me how to write cause mine is raw, natural talent.
Keep writing.
huggs,
emy |
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Re: I Write Becasue Paper Listens
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by allidoiswrite82 on
Wednesday, 5th March 2008 @ 07:26:55 PM AEST
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I write because the paper listens
And I'm inspired when the stars glisten
Sometimes it seems I've been passed up because somethings missing
And I'm so far beyond irreconcilable differences
It Seems like I've been given this mission
Praying and wishing
That one day I'll be the center of attention
The apple of everyones eye
The rose that grow from the concrete
That smooth relaxing path of street
That you just cant wait until it meets your feet
I want to be that thirst that moves you
The Saturday night beat that grooves you
That gentle hand that sooths you
It's not just about what I do to you
I want to be you
At three o'clock in the morning come see you
Give you my scriptures then bleed you
Show you, not just tell you that I need you
See I write because the paper listens
So when the words beat like a motor pistons
And you read these phases that I've given
You know I'm somewhere kissing
paper to pen
perhaps adding this in
Just to make it relate
I'm in a place where bliss cant go missin
White pages like forever fields
If nothing else this can't end
I've made lovers of these inanimate objects and made them speak like a true friend
And if you don't understand then there is no way you could be in the place that I'm in
I write because the paper listen
And it wont ridicule me for these thoughts in the distances
If enlightenment is a sentence Then life is what I been given
And I wouldn't pass on it either
Nor require my muse to award me a breather
I want to pass through the other side of the tunnel
And so I write leaving this paper trail
To get me back through
If not for me then for you
Only after you learn that
I WRITE BECAUSE PAPER LISTENS
Here is a quick re-write there were so mistakes that I had'nt noticed but now it's the way that I want it if you don't like it then don't read it . try some of my others and I will comment on yours just the same |
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Re: I Write Becasue Paper Listens
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by allidoiswrite82 on
Wednesday, 5th March 2008 @ 07:27:55 PM AEST
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Here is a quick re-write there were so mistakes that I had'nt noticed but now it's the way that I want it if you don't like it then don't read it . try some of my others and I will comment on yours just the same
I write because the paper listens
And I'm inspired when the stars glisten
Sometimes it seems I've been passed up because somethings missing
And I'm so far beyond irreconcilable differences
It Seems like I've been given this mission
Praying and wishing
That one day I'll be the center of attention
The apple of everyones eye
The rose that grow from the concrete
That smooth relaxing path of street
That you just cant wait until it meets your feet
I want to be that thirst that moves you
The Saturday night beat that grooves you
That gentle hand that sooths you
It's not just about what I do to you
I want to be you
At three o'clock in the morning come see you
Give you my scriptures then bleed you
Show you, not just tell you that I need you
See I write because the paper listens
So when the words beat like a motor pistons
And you read these phases that I've given
You know I'm somewhere kissing
paper to pen
perhaps adding this in
Just to make it relate
I'm in a place where bliss cant go missin
White pages like forever fields
If nothing else this can't end
I've made lovers of these inanimate objects and made them speak like a true friend
And if you don't understand then there is no way you could be in the place that I'm in
I write because the paper listen
And it wont ridicule me for these thoughts in the distances
If enlightenment is a sentence Then life is what I been given
And I wouldn't pass on it either
Nor require my muse to award me a breather
I want to pass through the other side of the tunnel
And so I write leaving this paper trail
To get me back through
If not for me then for you
Only after you learn that
I WRITE BECAUSE PAPER LISTENS
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Re: I Write Becasue Paper Listens
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by angel_blue on
Saturday, 22nd March 2008 @ 07:11:09 PM AEST
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| i write because paper listens, my sentiments exactly. well put. keep writing |
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Re: I Write Becasue Paper Listens
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by althea_kendry on
Wednesday, 2nd April 2008 @ 08:57:02 AM AEST
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| i like this poem a lot gd job :) |
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