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Poem 7the world is small to us as we stand in our own placePoem 7
our small world we weigh it highly we weigh it as if it were the whole word the joy, sorrow the failure, the greatness as if it measured up to the whole world's
“that man cannot be elected if he is elected i will move to another country i cannot stand to see the ideals of my home dissolve”
the world is small to us we feel entitled to that idyllic place we were told we live in as children
as we dream in those vague platitudes we take n
by ~alecrene
A Throwback to Older Days 4i woke up this morning had an irresistible urge not toA Throwback to Older Days 4
did anyways
third day in a row of missing deadlines
the stress pangs, it fades
slow rhythmic breathing
a mantra
the ocean ebbs
“in a few weeks,
all of this will be a speck in the corner of my eye,”
comforting myself logic can kill my emotions
“i’ll go on living no matter what happens, no matter... what happens...”
by ~alecrene
A Throwback to Older Days 3i feel sorry for the criticsA Throwback to Older Days 3
satisfaction escapes them
they cannot love
save for that girl from his childhood
or that movie he saw when he was twelve
they cannot appreciate
except for things that take more thought
than they are worth
one critic likes the use of synecdoche
in act two
it illuminates the character’s inherent subservience
he thinks
another critic thinks it’s just a trick stolen from dickens
nothing special &
by ~alecrene
A Throwback to Older Days 2Nothing scares me quite like knowing you, Knowing all the little things you do, Those little things that make me fall for you.A Throwback to Older Days 2
Love is not quite like it’s made out to be, What is is, is just so frightening.
I’m not a scared, or an anxious guy, Least not until I found my life, The one where I’m living with the girl I love, The one that’s leaving me this coming fall.
Last spring was the longest one, Devoid of romance and devoid of sun, The rain was falling almost every day, And so was I in almost every way.
I fell for yo
by ~alecrene
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Spinning TopA spinning top. It spins. That is what it is supposed to do.Spinning Top
What would happen
If I stopped it? Would it be able to start spinning again? Without me to spin it? Would someone else
Give it a purpose? Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
by ~shifaikia
The WorldI realized I was going blind for the first time when I started seeing things in the dark…. Things that couldn’t have existed….. Like a figurine of love, a dead eagle on my window-sill and myself in the mirror. It was a matter of time until I lost my sight.The World
When light came back on earth I went searching for a blind man. I found a woman, instead.
“Teach me blindness”, I told her. And thus, in a grey, cloudy afternoon our lessons began.
“Blindness is nothing but an alternative to the world you live in”, she told me. “You believe your eyesight is the best gift you have….. But you see, you never know what inf
by =clownscape
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