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SoundSound Posts: 579
edited January 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I'm sitting down in a chair
and yet
i am a roller coaster
destroyed by the ramifications
of feelings that pass through
as rays of light
and not stoping
expecting the word
to calm me down
and follow a way
and deal with the other
next
so i can actualy
sit down
It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

Jim Carrol
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  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    wave of knowledge
    killing the blind
    and death
    faith's best employees
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    ant stuck in
    a sphere of life
    when will that big nail
    flick it off
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    Sun of a bitch
    liars
    prisoners
    of good
    won't tell the truth
    just so you are safe
    from rudeness
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • Stolen Pencil420Stolen Pencil420 Posts: 119
    Their breath reeks of alcohol
    Incarsarating
    Captivating
    Now I realize
    My exterior
    Is ever-so slowly
    Wearing tin
    "Trying to be a person you're not is a waste of the person you really are."- Kurt D. Cobain (R.I.P February 20, 1967- April 5, 1994, we love u Kurt)



  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    For friends
    beings of light power strength
    i lack the words
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    For friends?
    For friends
    My all
    My everything
    My last breath if need be
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    great is the feeling of hope

    if you never had it before
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    being these words were beautiful
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
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