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Patience
Contributed by
duff
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Friday, 23rd April 2010 @ 08:03:24 AM in AEST
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Descendant of coded makeup
it breathes heavy for all
transparent fury lurking
near ready to sting the tongue
a wrinkle unfolding an iron fist
scorching gray matter
xanax calm until time
releases pressures boil
isolating love to highways
and cold, silent rooms
relentless in pursuit of madness
only tears may stagger progression
stitched lips waiting to be pulled
hate rises when hearts stumble
Copyright ©
duff
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2010-04-23 08:03:24]
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Re: Patience
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by lesoleilnoire on
Friday, 23rd April 2010 @ 08:27:52 PM AEST
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I love this! The images are perfectly described. Powerful writing.
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Re: Patience
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by Breezy on
Saturday, 24th April 2010 @ 08:28:07 AM AEST
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I sense an incredibly difficult struggle in this. Something
that breathes of inner torment. We can be our own worst
enemy and when life around us becomes a suffocating
vat of arrogance and narcissism, we draw further into
our own safety nets. You write with emotion that is raw
and rare, and it is quite admirable. Well done!
LOVE that last line!!
Fantastic write! -- Achelois
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Re: Patience
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by sidneyconrad23 on
Wednesday, 17th November 2010 @ 01:28:10 PM AEST
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| Another well written write keep using that gift you have from God. |
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Re: Patience
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by holderofthestone on
Wednesday, 17th November 2010 @ 01:30:56 PM AEST
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nice! strong words. I loved it
-isolating love to highways
and cold, silent rooms-
deep... |
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