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Message: [QUOTE="RunicOrangejuice, post: 150775, member: 37382"] [USER=29813]@MistHunter[/USER] : i prefer the reader makes their own interpretations on my poetry. it's part of the fun i have with it! and it helps me get an insight to Human Mind. [automerge]1743103692[/automerge] I originally intended this to be of more my usual style, but i found it too important, and chose this method instead. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ One day a person might realize that the beliefs they knew simple weren’t true. It’s like a wearing a mask or a carapace; a snake outgrowing its former mold. The cracking is subtle at first, and then the chucks and old growth begin to fall off. And some parts you thought were important might go away too. Really anything is possible- especially then. Reliability and sensibility are flung to the dust. Then there goes those old crutches. Then panic really sets in. Those support systems that got you this far are now outdated. Or they simply were just broken and ineffectual in the first place. As the fog begins to clear and you begin to wipe the blood and dust away you seem to be alone. You seem to be afraid. You seem to be new. That giant-but-not-so-giant world unfolds into a landscape you passed through once but is not no longer recognizable Everything is stark. And you no longer have a working compass. [automerge]1743113683[/automerge] and another: ------------------------------------------ One time. i was walking Along dusty. by the Ocean of Tides and Binds the lapping waves waving Wavering. not to Slip. To that fathomless place just outside the Time Something granular Something greater Intangible. Unattainable. That Blue Sky Those Small Pebbles The Endless. Of those days Long, Gone and Dried Out what is there to speak of? who is there to hear? do they want to? You don’t seem to speak much of Yourself. The relevance of that is: I don’t know myself Too often [automerge]1743123472[/automerge] Here's Another: --------------------------------------------------------- Waves --------------------------------- so the Night comes around I blame the Moon She-Waves an indelible twist that day-to-day To night tonight every night those little Ghosts those little Whispers Will-O-Wisp will it stay? Today? In the tall-pine shadows those little animals nestle in they have a Home. I have a place to dwell. …...those thoughts: maybe I’ll be Warm maybe I’ll be Full maybe I’ll be Safe maybe will someone visit? Hardly Never-Ever ever ever ever every [/QUOTE]

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