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The Contradictory

Poetry By: Ian Dawn

Just something different from me from a range of things I have observed

Submitted:Aug 6, 2012    Reads: 37    Comments: 16    Likes: 2   

How can I be!

So busy being Lazy.

Or get

Blisters from the freezing cold

Or be

So Cold I'm Hot.

Please explain

The momentum of being still

Or how there is

A something of nothing

I know slow is a speed but what is

The speed of slow motion

I just cant live without

The Love of Hate.


The need for loneliness.

We have all been there

Feeling alone in a crowd

And been cut by

The sharpness of words

The worst of all is

The dullness of pain

And we all know

The sorrow in laughter

I thrive on

The taste of victory

Or when it's so black you see

The Lights in darkness

We all want to have the

Cheating of death

And we all have felt

The anguish of love

I have yet to get

The smell of success

And held in my hands

The weight of nothing

I have shed

The tears of joy

And the act of

The doing of nothing

I can't work out

The stillness of a breeze

Or if there really are

The winds of change

I know how hard is

The hardness of soft

And I have designed

The intricately simple

I have also felt

The unease of ease

And known

The successful underachiever

I have never been warmed by

The radiantly happy

Or heard

The silent scream

Or the words in

A garbled breath

Ah! I have been

Flat out doing nothing

But rarely have I been

As happy as pie

Where did it come from

The time has come

And I hope I don't cut myself with

A sharp intake of breath

And do I need a splint for

The snapping of a temper


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