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Published: 2009-10-22 08:15:39 +0000 UTC; Views: 277; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 5
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the dandelion clock spins slowly, gracefully, itsseeds reminding me of the future.
my soul was carried off upon one of its seeds
and planted somewhere unnameable.
i found myself crawling through the frame of a
grayscale photograph, watching as sepia
memories slowly faded off into an outside world,
unnoticed, wrinkled... sepia.
please don't paint me, my black-and-white world is
all i need.
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Comments: 8
i really love this, it's very simple, but expressive.
i wish i could say anything as good as this in so few words.
as you can see, even this comment is demonstrating that i can't.
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i paused, i breathed, i listened to the rhythm as i read this. i love the whole nihilistic feel-- this piece is just gorgeousgorgeousgorgeous. i really adore the imagery and your beautiful thoughts. and i think the final line is particularly striking. i want to keep these words with me for awhile.
(and being lost in shades of gray is over- and under-whelming, but true and honest)
lovely piece. <3
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you really think so? thank you.
that means a lot to me, because this
is actually the first poem i've ever
written.
thank you again and again, ellie.
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the first poem you've ever written! wow, that is amazing! you have some real talent.
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It's a very interesting (for lack of a better term) experience we have once we start to perceive the world like this, in shades of gray. Things don't look the same afterwards~
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they don't. they end up all blended into
one. the same color. the same things. the
beginning of indifference.
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