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My old friend

Floyd ManzeraFloyd Manzera Posts: 82
edited October 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I wrote this while remembering easier times, namely when we were in the womb.

all this darkness
this thick gooey muck
i see a small opening
and try to close it fast.
insinuation of willingness
no agreement was made
is there an evergreen life?
my old friend died.
i had a hell of a run
my mom decided to kill me
we were all left to roam around
without a home safely sound.
Vice President of the Synchronicity Club.
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Comments

  • depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    wow, thats deep.

    i see a small opening
    and try to close it fast.

    i like that part

    so are you suggestingbirth was death. Thats kinda what I got.
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • kevinbeetlekevinbeetle Posts: 358
    That was deep. Did you have a twin that died during childbirth? Thats the feeling I get when I read your poem. I hope to not offend you by saying that.
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