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mccreadyisgodmccreadyisgod Bumfuq, MT Posts: 6,395
edited May 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
My eyes are open.

I am not awake.
At least, I don't believe
That I could be awake
And feel nothing.

I feel nothing.

My bed is bathed
In sunlight,
The source of life.
Birds sing.

I don't want to move.

The call of a world
Too intense for me
To answer right now.
Please leave a message.

*beep*

I wish that I could
Answer your call
Your questions of me.
I can't explain...

Not even to myself.

And so, I will lie here
And pay for my mistakes.
And I hope that you
Will smile again.
...and if you don't like it, you can suck on an egg.
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    VedderGirl27VedderGirl27 Posts: 69
    Been trying to figure out what, if anything, to write on here about this poem. Although about 8 million things come to mind, all I'll say is it made me cry. Shocking, huh?
    There was a whole inside his soul a manicure couldn't fill. So he found himself a whore to love while daisies choked in the windowsill. *JK*
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    BuruBuru Posts: 8,473
    it is a sad but touching poem
    hopefully that forgiveness and happiness you wish from and for the other person will come

    beautiful sad words mig...
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
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    of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    wow... okay so this is weird...

    the other day i was wondering where you went... and then you came...

    i really love this poem, MIG...

    gorgeous and melancholy.

    something i've been feeling emotions of both lately...

    do take care.
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
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