Tag: contemplation
member name: Wade A.
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December 18, 2008 10:32 PM EST --
As I gazed into my mirror,
I caught a reflection of yesterday.
You had your truce flag waving,
with that double indemnity smile.
I thought I heard you whisper,
“I haven’t . . .
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March 06, 2009 09:34 PM EST --
I am evil by design; fell by the wayside of life,
a living highway toad. Beware the hard road,
there's . . .
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December 17, 2008 02:35 PM EST --
I wrote this over a year ago when I first joined Gather to try and share a piece of my world and my perspective on it. Since then events have transpired that makes this article worth sharing that much . . .
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February 17, 2009 12:42 PM EST --
Uninspired, lacking fire and passion in my forlorn haze,
sullen and despondent in a cumbersome daze.
I feel so alone, condemned to solitary tedium,
abandoned in this head . . .
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September 20, 2009 07:26 AM EDT --
There’s a compromise of sorts between living and finally accepting the end. I thought I could try and express it here but it appears I’ve been away from writing too long and lost whatever . . .
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February 24, 2008 06:43 PM EST --
I read a post the other day that referred to an old Big Country song and I started reminiscing about all the good times in my life I had associated with their music. Their first big hit in the U.S. "In . . .
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March 12, 2008 08:11 AM EDT --
The poet bleeds his life onto the paper
Exasperated by his racing thoughts,
The expressed words are his savior,
From the demons he has always fought
Reclusive by choice his passage is alone . . .
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May 05, 2008 02:49 PM EDT --
The life lights were always too dim,
And I never wanted to swim,
In the darkness that floats up from within.
Waters cold clenching hands drag me down,
Dank bottom burrow laughing at me,
Beckons . . .
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November 12, 2008 02:36 PM EST --
Alone in my tomb, I ponder.
I’m an open book, but they cannot read,
An open dialogue, just misunderstood.
What does . . .
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March 07, 2008 08:02 AM EST --
Incantation to the new revelation, I am the word
Behold my new destination to lead the common herd
As plain as the fog rolling in from distant hills
Enshrouding my mind and screaming in a sirens . . .
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April 25, 2008 03:31 AM EDT --
Transcending midnights autumn cool clear,
Wind scurries brittle leaves in a cat and mouse ballet
No more burying the past, time to make it rise up and dance
Late night rendezvous in the heart of . . .
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November 13, 2007 11:18 AM EST --
What does it take to be a writer, poet, or artist/musician? Is it intellect, fate, a
tortured soul, or some mental malady that some believe gives certain
individuals the edge to express their self in . . .
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