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Random First Lines:A short essay/story of a dying man recollecting his once younger self. » Read
By Da Lee La
This is me trying hopelessly to speak, (actually speak) to some of my friends...I was alone at home for days and days on end and desperately needed some human contact. All I was able to do was play on my laptop.........The mind is an amazing organ.......it breathes, it loves, it hates, it...
A new day has dawned,
and the sun's on its rise.
The stars fade elegantly,
while the night ebbs away.
I have a slight difference in my eye colours, in the sun one is bluer and one is greener. I believe I see differently from each.. metaphorically of course. Someone used to sing Coldplays 'Green eyes' to me and make me feel special, then I was alone.
Poetry | Updated Mar 22, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Want one you cannot have?
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Ever have one of those days? Hell is home?
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Calling God...on the telephone...on my mobile....
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When I look...upon a star...I wish it would...take me far
Squeeze, cut, feel, must...Scream, silence, solitude, solemnity...scratch, claw, banging, head...