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wish bone snaps
Contributed by
ming
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Monday, 22nd May 2017 @ 10:48:18 AM in AEST
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you gave
empty words
untruths
and hedges
bland lines
never bind
cosmic void
in my head
sacred ashes
is my bed
you have/had
weak bone(s)
entirely
judges.
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ming
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2017-05-22 10:48:18]
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Re: wish bone snaps
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by unknown_utopia on
Monday, 22nd May 2017 @ 04:41:58 PM AEST
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some things
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you are right. |
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Re: wish bone snaps
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 22nd May 2017 @ 11:12:25 PM AEST
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But some have to say them anyway.
This poem speaks to me.
Thank you & write on. |
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Re: wish bone snaps
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by Invierno on
Wednesday, 24th May 2017 @ 12:46:30 PM AEST
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sublime.
Invierno |
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Re: wish bone snaps
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by softerware on
Thursday, 25th May 2017 @ 08:29:44 PM AEST
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Words vanish like smoke. What we trust is that which is tangible. EMPTY WORDS..SACRED ASHES...COSMIC VOID all speak of illusion. Love is not a vapor, it is extremely physical in nature.
You spin this from nothingness into an almost touchable entity. Trying to frame something that never was, and hang it on a wall.
Struggling to set it aside, perhaps.
This resonates with anyone who has tried t makes sense of make-believe. It is lovely.
softerware
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Re: wish bone snaps
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by softerware on
Friday, 16th June 2017 @ 06:06:44 PM AEST
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Bland lines never bind....this should be the poets mantra! Some speak to fill awkward silences; some would rather talk than consider challenging their own thoughts. And some just like the sound of their voice in the stillness.
Poets are silent. They speak in concepts, and you are a mistress of converting ideas and emotions into spoken words.
roses upon your sacred ashes.
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