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Song of NumbersThe power of music is not its inherent sound but how it meshes with the beat already in usSong of Numbers
Where to stop a line an emphasis on time dancing around the boundary of our perception
It gives a taste of another world just outside and always outside our grasp
A hint or tease that isn't bitter simply, anxiously exhilarating
by *Path-to-Paradise
Register 6An endless stream of worlds found their way before Ted. Each was unique in its entirety, however there were common facets that Ted had come to recognize. An overlap, if you will, amongst the current universe in question.Register 6
Toilet paper. Milk. Soda. These were staples in the infinitely varied worlds that came to Ted on the little black treadmill every day. Every day that he worked at Super Foodmart, that is. His own mind a world unto itself, he formulated an equation with each new land presented. They were systematically summed up into neat, paper bags.
Actually, it wasn't each world that Ted dwelled on so much, but mor
by *Path-to-Paradise
The RootSometimes I wonder if poetry is the result of a tortured mind without a life to liveThe Root
then I think of poetry that sings drawn from a spring of love and comfort
and it hits me that poetry is an outflowing of emotion good or bad
a pining of heart whether it swells or bleeds dry with hope or in cry
such a misstep thinking too hard when its root is in feeling
Relating to that buried deep and we admire what blossoms forth
but in the end poems are like people &
by *Path-to-Paradise
Self SortGive me an epic Bob instead of your Aethery fluff for when something is a "must" I tend to ignore itSelf Sort
Paint with a colorfed glob make it thoughtless and rough the mental door will rust when everyone adores it
Turning like a knob instead of hooked to a cuff with an always hidden lust to keep the lure bit
by *Path-to-Paradise
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I Hate My FriendsI Hate My Friends
I hate My Friends The Poem
I hate my friends And thats a fact
When the fights in front they are at my back
When I'm up they shoot me down
something about “feet” and “ground”
when my hands are dirty they make me sit
when I overcome my fear they throw a fit
They tell me things I don't want to hear
When I am dumb they joke and jeer
I hate my Friends
and it is true
by ~inkedicon
No More Cloudy WeatherRecount the seconds In the slow-motion act of boy meeting girl and try to remember the world... before love.No More Cloudy Weather
Stormy skies seemed to wallpaper The past. Do you remember? Choppy seas and constant bad weather. Always on the edge of getting thrown Off the ship—losing the balance to just try living life.
Was there truly a time when life wasn't touched By your presence? Are soul mates meant at birth, constantly searching, forever draw
by ~captive-serenity
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Immediately, my mind's eye is taken to a place that I must simply visit. Without getting too technical or complex in syllable, Cas...
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She asks for a break from work and responsibility - just for a day - her work ethic and need for love shines through in the first part ...
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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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