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Once in a while I feel inspired to write some poetry. I'm sure it's nothing special to the rest of the world, but I'd like to share it anyway. If you have any positive or negative comments, I'd love to hear them.
<rant>Any interpretation to poetry is a good one. I always find it silly when people say a particularly symbolic poem is about something in particular. Part of what makes a good poem is that it is meaningful to different people, who may find it applicable to completely different areas. JediOf-id put it very well: Poetry is the ultimate Rorschach test.</rant>
| Untitled | 10/11/99 |
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I look at you, melt You look at me, filled with wonder I hold you, lovingly Wishing for somebody, anybody You purr. | |
| Alone | 3/23/99 |
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I take your hand You look up Smile I pull you near You hold me close Feel your heart Feel my heart We let go The sun rises Blink You're gone | |
| Untitled | 3/22/99 |
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Living in the desert, any flower seems like an oasis, or maybe a fata morgana I am so thirsty, but afraid to touch for every time I do the oasis disappears into dry air. So I torture myself and just watch. Until I can no longer bear the thirst, and the flower vanishes. But one flower must be real How can I tell? | |
| Stuck in Fall | 6/4/97 |
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A leaf tainted slightly different from the rest Tumbling in the wind along with its so-called friends Buddies only because they are moved by the same wind The wind splits and the leaf gets left behind The buddies tumble onward never looking back | |
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Walking, through a stone desert. Longing, for an inviting oasis. Reaching, for the fresh grass I see before me. Crying, when it rolls back upon my touch. Staring, sadly in the distance. Slowly gathering strength to walk again... | |
| Reflections | 3/7/1997 |
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Every day, as the sun rises, a ray hits a lake and is reflected only to hit the sail of a boat, bounce onto a leaf, touch the grass, and be scattered all over. Unlike my thoughts, which continue on into the forest, fall into a small pond which transforms into light rain upon a hill where two figures walk. My heart takes over, recognizing your radiant face with sparkling eyes and silently erects a silver sphere of memories around you. Leaving my thoughts encapsulated, reflecting upon it and you seemingly forever. | |
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Ideas Constantly changing But occasionally lingering Pondering a single thought You | |
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I don't know what to do I just want to be with you | |
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Yearning for your company Even though I barely know you Victim of my heart's whims Again | |
| Tim Newsome, nuisance@casualhacker.net | |