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alone


Up stairs of        nothing
                                               We fell
The willingness to bend over
 Believing the silence of  faiths blindness
With ears  stuffed with the airs empty trivialities
A lonely togetherness of bathrooms and scented candles
Where dreams defaecate themselves into mundane realities
The broken glass.   The clenching fascism of                                 Alone           
— Orphani, Sep 10, 2009

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Seren

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

You did it again :O another

You did it again :O another one and I love it !!! ... alone in the candles another world beckons ;) uh oh you might have started something in my muse lol kind regards love Jayne
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Orphani

16 years 9 months ago

constuction

perhaps that evolution will come, but at presant ,it seems to have hold of me. comments well regarded--i would rather have one drop p of truth then ten pounds of honey.
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Bosscombat

16 years 9 months ago

:)

Awesome :) I bow to the master ♣ Pea ess. Ill be back to give you stars....I can't do it on my mobile
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

Here you have sculpted your emotions & applied the imagery very

Aha... now I see & completely understand your reaction. & yes bravo & shazam as well. Just a practical thought, wondering if the lines of dots are more distracting? But yes, I do agree in this instance that you are definitely expressing as visual artist as well as poet & it should always be your call ultimately. I'm certain I don't need to remind you of all the brilliant artists that were shunned and even persecuted for stepping out of the box until after their demise... we humans can be slow to accept things that differ too much in form sometimes.. & it's as simple as what we are accustomed to. I find since I was ill, I am more sensitive to fonts & confusion on screen & paper (& anywhere else, musically or verbally), so I imagine others might be like that, a classic is that I actually find it far harder to detect typos in the font of this draft that we must use to write our messages, I see them far more clearly in the final font after they have been previewed. But you have a point that we should not bend to the calls of every comment I guess, or we would do nothing. Anyway, as always, an admirable write & I have to agree, it somehow looses some of it message in the form for me, however it also has an entirely added dimension which gives it more, so I feel it is worth the effort & the possible compromise. & I LOVE that you have done this, & now understand, as I said, your joy at my own odd word placement recently. I think your effort is far bolder, mine was a far more simple emotional response to a reflection on being thrown around & shaken. Here you have sculpted your emotions & applied the imagery very deliberately, I do admire it greatly. Cheers Anni~ "Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body". ~Elizabeth Stone
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

Splendidly special

The content too, you have a fascinating mind, does it throw you about, do you do any othr arts? Yours Ann of Norway