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Post by Nymiane on Nov 4, 2004 18:11:29 GMT -4
The serene is no more so, The tranquil river doth not flow. A grim fog, plagues the mind. Often do I wonder will I remain this blind?
The plague etched into the creases, This madness ne’er ceases, Always shall it suffocate? Ne’er do I ruminate.
Clouds, how they blur the landscape, How the trees lose their shape. The plague ever growing, The lunacy e’er showing. And the bows will shake, As the wind, it takes. The haven shan’t remain so, Leave it to the wind to know.
----------------------------- Hrm, I am wondering if I should keep on writing, expand it? Let me know your opinion..
Also, what do YOU think this is about? Curious to see what others interpret it as.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 14, 2004 23:41:37 GMT -4
10 views, but no replies, when I ASKED for replies.. Minions..DO IT.. hehe.
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Post by Xerzzel on Dec 20, 2004 23:24:25 GMT -4
flowing easy to follow, all is good with it.... tranquil
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Post by Nymiane on Jan 29, 2005 0:00:30 GMT -4
What do others view it as? Thanks Xerz. I have to do a sort of summary on Poems I learn in school, about what it was about.. and it really stirred a conflict.. because, when you read a poem.. You interpret it different from what the author may have intended it to be..something depressing could be rather enlighting to another.. Which in this case, occured.
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Post by Nymiane on May 29, 2005 21:27:55 GMT -4
Jeebus, you tell people to comment on it and they don't. -sigh-
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Post by Icor on May 30, 2005 5:38:04 GMT -4
Seems more like Nature than Morbid to me. What i'm saying is that for a Nature, it's a 170% out or 100%, and only 100% out of 100% for morbid.
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Post by Nymiane on May 30, 2005 9:01:56 GMT -4
Nah, if anything..it should be in Inspired. Since no one is doing what I asked.. It's about doubt, and how it breaks down the mind.
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Post by Red on Jun 2, 2005 2:49:46 GMT -4
Yes, doubt does break down the mind. The most haunting question a human being has ever asked is "What if...?" What if I had, What if I hadn't? What if I do, What if I don't? All of these questions invoke fear, and often doubt. I'm sick of asking "What if...?" Now, if there's something to do...I do it. And if I don't, it's my own fault, so I need live without regrets. We search our entire lives for serenity...that one place that is truly serene...most don't find it, and often the ones that do, end up disappointed, making it grim. Do I really want "serenity", or do I find myself going on because what I really want, is to keep searching for it? The search for serenity...now that's where all of the answers lie.
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Post by Icor on Jun 2, 2005 3:58:44 GMT -4
...As if humans were built up to judge any situation or state of being worthy of sustaining happiniess for every single personality on the planet.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 2, 2005 13:49:53 GMT -4
There will -not- be a debate here, this is my poem thread. Thank you.
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Post by Icor on Jun 2, 2005 20:10:17 GMT -4
Y-Y-Yes, ma'am.
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