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21st May 2007, 08:25 PM
#1
THOUGHTS OF A GROWING HUNGRY MIND!!!!
Caramel shadows stretch
their spindly arms across the land.
The sun plays tricks on the mind,
hiding between trees like a child.
The crying has stopped;
the landscape consumes my pain.
I don't fear anymore.
My hair, strong woven spider webs,
flows freely in the air.
My body, formed of mud, sand, and water, molds accordingly.
This delicate shape waxes and wanes to fit constraints.
My thoughts claw and scream.
They attempt to climb the walls of my mind.
They slip and fall, slicing with sharp talons.
Long, bony fingers scrape across the land,
leaving tears and fragments.
On the burning sand.
The raked sections form a puzzle,
Which I must decode it.
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
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21st May 2007 08:25 PM
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21st May 2007, 09:25 PM
#2
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
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21st May 2007, 09:38 PM
#3
Senior Member
Diamond Hubber
Nice dr_ronny
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