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gingerly woven tapestry of thoughts
images reflected upon hollowed memories
realist?
pessimist?
optimism?
simple lies we have granted labels
sifting about
the watery grave of my mind
dreams dripping
fading
along the lifeless length of my spine
hazy
lost
soon forgotten
©2007-2009 ~Zellyn-Skyy
:iconzellyn-skyy:

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I just needed this out of my skull... who knows what it means...

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:iconrookthemurderer:
Sometimes meaning isn't everything.

You have a gorgeous mind. <3
:icontragicangel:
i know the meaning all to well love :hug: i miss you and it's beautiful,..write more!!

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:iconzellyn-skyy:
Always the flatterer and always the charming sweetheart. I shall try... just need a muse i suppose. Up for the job? ;)

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"I'm never alone... I'm alone all the time" -Glycerine by Bush

"I drink away the part of the day that I cannot sleep away..." Modest Mouse

"You're nobody,until somebody loves you"
-Frank Sinatra

"Not all who wander are lost..."
- J.R.R. Tolkie
:icontragicangel:
absolutely :eyes:

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:iconunderwatercemetary:
I was looking at other poems in your gallery, and all of them are very good. I can tell with this piece that you are trying to make the person seem as confused as you are, maybe even more so. But you need to make the poem a bit more uniformed (not that you should make it look like everything else, not that meaning of uniformed) in places because in certain parts, I can follow completely, and then, you leave me off at a cliff and I'm just looking down and thinking, "Okay...now what?"
The message you were giving was understood but only after i read it four times. Make your thoughts clearer while making them confusing. (I don't know if they made sense, but that's the only way I can put it)
So don't hate me. :lol: Just an opinion. :aww:

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---Everything here is eatable. I'm eatable, but that my children is called cannibalism and it is frowned upon in most societies." -- The wonderful, Willy Wonka
:iconunderwatercemetary:
that*

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---Everything here is eatable. I'm eatable, but that my children is called cannibalism and it is frowned upon in most societies." -- The wonderful, Willy Wonka

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