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Being placid is a simple design that keeps breaking

Poetry By: air
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this poem that had started to write itself through images and this weeks events turned into a huge appreciation for the writers and best friends I first met here, in 2008. They have grown in my heart and I hope to forever be a part of theirs.
Through your writing I have captured thoughts and ideas of creativity that has jump started my days and my mind a trillion times over. But I think it is your friendship I cherish most! Thank-you!


Submitted:Jun 3, 2011    Reads: 63    Comments: 22    Likes: 5   


Images not soft and supple
But hardened to the core
Pull sideways on the brain.
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It is a format waiting
To break I guess…
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Discomfort underneath these color-form clothes.
You wrestle too much
Semi drown in thick stagnant air,
There must be a better place to breathe..
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If wishes would stay still….
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Like a wild cat the air tussles, cuts, and simmers
With a howl.
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Dreams are being born in it.
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Being placid is a simple design
That keeps breaking.
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What images have you now
You and the writer conjured scores
Of intimate thought between you;
Symbolic visual imagery upon lines,
Giving rise to core Ideas!
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My thoughts break and shake
Some hardened to the core
Pulling sideways on my mind
And you keep me gathering
For the sake of my soul; my person
That lies underneath it all
The ghost of ghosts, and
My urge to delve significantly!




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