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Flicker

polarispolaris Posts: 3,527
edited October 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i turned left today at the stop sign ...
followed an old man 2 blocks towards nowhere ...
i looked up to the hazy sky and she spoke to me ...
*can you see past the clouds?*
i said to her ...
**i see an endless ocean of doubt**
i felt a slight calm before the skies opened ...
i closed my eyes hoping the rain would wash away my fears ...
the sun climbed and the skies cleared ...
i was still afraid ...
afraid of yesterdays, afraid of tomorrows ...
i opened my eyes ... all around me we're people going about their day ...
i felt even emptier ... as each person walked by i felt their despair ...
where is the escape from the hardships we foster in life? ...
in a nearby alley a stray dog was rummaging for food ...
he found mostly waste ... he will go hungry a little while more ...
maybe tomorrow there will be food ...
maybe tomorrow people will be filled with hope ...
maybe tomorrow i will see the beauty ...
maybe
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    Bravo!
    I often feel the same.

    maybe tomorrow, Eddie will stop by and we'll watch Star Wars.
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    BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    oh how i know where you are. looking up to the clouds and trying to see past them.

    my fav part...

    i was still afraid ...
    afraid of yesterdays, afraid of tomorrows ...
    i opened my eyes ... all around me we're people going about their day ...
    i felt even emptier ... as each person walked by i felt their despair ...
    where is the escape from the hardships we foster in life? ...
    in a nearby alley a stray dog was rummaging for food ...
    he found mostly waste ... he will go hungry a little while more ...
    maybe tomorrow there will be food ...
    maybe tomorrow people will be filled with hope ...
    maybe tomorrow i will see the beauty ...
    maybe

    as edddie says...HOPE....if that is all you have that is better than nothing.
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    keven 33keven 33 Posts: 259
    good poem
    heres mine has nothing to do with yours
    in fact i didnt even write this one

    somethin is making me sick
    i can feel my stomach doing it again
    i feel a bunch of bullshit
    i dont feel like preachin tonight
    convicted
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    maybe tomorrow, Eddie will stop by and we'll watch Star Wars.
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    maybe tomorrow, Eddie will stop by and i'll stand around like a fool trying to keep my jaw off the floor... maybe he'll bring stone and i'll try to cheer that wierdo up... maybe he'll bring mike and i'll actually have someone i can talk to... he can bring jeff and matt, but i think i'll make those two pixies stay on the back porch...

    soon enough i'll kick eddie out cuz i wont be able to rib stone for being such a geek and mike and I wont get to talk at all with him around


    :D
    ~all is full of love~
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