The question

nailz100
nailz100 Posts: 1,176
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Another day passes without a sound
as she shys away with her soft hands bound
to a world that she'd like to leave behind
clouding the thoughts and the reason she denies
the question for an answer, only pain she sees
like a generation before herself brought to they're knees
for what, for a word or a common theme
no words could entail...no words...just dreams
Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
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  • of_the_girl
    of_the_girl Posts: 745
    um.... that was awesome. :) that whole thing flowed rather nicely. :) great job.

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  • Ok2Go
    Ok2Go Posts: 102
    where the hell is sound?
    "and then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong in the world all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right and no one had to get nailed to anything. Sadly, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever."

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  • nailz100
    nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    if you must know it means "phone ringing"... "door knocking"...."hearing footsteps"......
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see

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