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Scarred by life, or was that inspired?

Forums › Forums › General Discussions › Open Topic › Scarred by life, or was that inspired?

  • This topic has 3 replies, 3 voices, and was last updated 23 years, 7 months ago by PAJ.
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  • June 19, 2002 at 6:01 am #45021
    PAJ
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      To My Seashell.

      The seashell is full, of me and the sound of that pebble,
      That rolls back and forth as we toss,
      Waves I dare not look at,
      But feel the spray of invade,
      Me, sitting aloof in this place,
      So small that no one can see, you,
      Wrestling me to the floor of the shell and the back of the mirror.

      Once upon a time there was this girl,
      Or was she just a grain of sand?
      Or were we playing “let’s pretend?â€

      June 19, 2002 at 11:19 am #69912
      SG
      Participant

        Thanks AR <img>

        June 19, 2002 at 7:25 pm #69913
        sarsaparilly
        Participant

          dear ash,
          thanks. i feel i know you well even with oceans and continents between us.
          i admire your courage and the strength it takes to reveal yourself, i am a coward and cannot let anyone read my poesy. thank you for finding this place, it is a freakscene, feels like home, don’t it?
          your freaky friend sassy- ‘member the womb, did we meet there or somethin’?

          June 20, 2002 at 1:42 am #69914
          PAJ
          Participant

            Thank you both, and anyone else who read in silence. I actually was meant to put this in the poetry thread but somehow got confused and registered it as a new topic, typical of me, and I’m learning to use the board with Jaws my screen reader, [the synthetic voice that reads all the information on the screen, well, in theory.] Going through my stuff I realized just how much I over used the word "freak." I’m promising myself from this moment on to omit this from any further writing, just seemed the appropriate word at the time. I guess poems like "buying Pop Corn" and "The Ugly me" give more away than I’d likebut this writing is my one true passion, people suck, no, I just don’t do so well at that whole people thing, people are cool. Next time I’ll post poetry in the right place, but it was a good topic title I guess. If you are my long lost twin, hi, I always wanted one of those and it wouldn’t surprise me if my mother kept that kind of thing secret just to spite me. I keep thinking I’ve discovered that certain musicians have got to be at least cousins of the soul, alass I’ve never been able to prove this fact, but there is time, I mean I’ve already found a fellow freak, and honestly in all seriousness what I’ve already seen of the sincerity and dedication of the people here has really surprised me, it just feels right to be a part of this place,

            Ash.

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