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Post by downfall347 on Aug 2, 2011 21:09:08 GMT -5
Only poem I have ever written that I like
Point Of View
I before You but You never knew Them They still… wanted to be like Them even if They- were an Us
We forgets You and You slip into Him He only longs for IT but It is- too unknowable for the sandbox miracles of an ink pen
We speaks for I; I becomes the herald of a We that pretends to be a You, but always dreamt of life in hiding among a Them
Them dances only for the prospect to forgive the slights of Them, They, and We, a glorious conspiracy of sound in defiance of the You
You eats I, with ketchup made by She and we forget the fact that His and Her temptation damned He and She to a snake whose tale stretches
into the idea of Us We looks, riding atop Them, and They, and He plus She creates the You that fed the She, who are the He, and still
You will not find Me
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Aug 2, 2011 21:13:03 GMT -5
the snake "tale" part...thats awesome
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Aug 2, 2011 21:26:19 GMT -5
Interesting. Very, interesting. =OOOOOO
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