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Shadow
Contributed by
nightwolf
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Wednesday, 17th January 2018 @ 12:34:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I/'/m not real.
I don/'/t exist
outside the lines
on this page.
Only a shadow
skulking about halls,
fleeing from light;
recognized only
from the corners
of passing eyes.
An illusion,
nothing more.
I watch the world
pass by,
seeing smiles
painted on faces
of ones
who seem to be happy.
I wonder
what that feels like.
Copyright ©
nightwolf
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2018-01-17 12:34:43]
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Re: Shadow
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by JamesStockdale on
Thursday, 18th January 2018 @ 05:05:26 PM AEST
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That feeling happens to many even though they
Walk around with a smile. Well wrote. |
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Re: Shadow
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by Invierno on
Saturday, 20th January 2018 @ 04:27:23 AM AEST
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SEEM to be happy...that/'/s a nail. I like this poem, dude.
Invierno |
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Re: Shadow
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 21st January 2018 @ 03:08:14 AM AEST
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the shadow wonders if they know
they are happy when they truly are.
or if they are giving out fake smiles
just pretending, like they should be happy
but are not.
The shadow also wonders about
A list of things, do the bag of
potato chips that say reduced
fat only induce the shadow to
eat more empty calorie,
should the shadow invest
in crypto coinage, or
anything that seems
irrational with no real P/E
up front, and it is creepy
how budgets are never decided
upon, the shadow wished
he could talk to the wind
but the wind does not talk
the wind does not hear
The shadow sits beside the
poplar trees all day long
listening to the wind, but
never has the wind told him
nor the poplar trees which
way it will blow tomorrow
so how could the shadow
tell a family of four how to buget
never the less a government
The shadow walks behind
Except at the true north or south pole
of at noon on the the equator during
the Spring or the autumnal equinox
The shadow at the bottom of the ocean
behind a ship that sank long ago
where there is little light, the shadow
tried to write a poem, just now.
Peace!
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