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These words
Plucked out of their sombre routine
Stare at me
Their faces blurred by truth
Pulling through
Forcing me to stand
High as I was meant to be;

I speak -
I falter, failing to alter
This picturesque reality
Still, meaning nothing to me,
As I carve oblique lines with chalk
Condemning: All this talk, all this talk

Those words
That you whisper to me
I suppose, you dredged from a dream,
Screaming, seething
Sought from hell's fires
I aspire to see
To know what you mean.
El writes another production line poem, yay. ;)
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tickandswisted Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2006
I love repetition in poetry but I've never been able to do it effectively. I love your repetition of "all this talk"
It works really well. I like it.
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ElbagArpie Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2006
Thanks! :) I've had a look at your gallery too, there's some good stuff there; very innovative. :)
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tickandswisted Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2006
Thanks =D
Thanks for the add too.
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ElbagArpie Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2006
Thanks for yours. :) I always like to read stuff from other new poets. :D Maybe one day I'll get it together to organise an improptu antholgy. :)
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tickandswisted Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2006
I keep saying I'm gunna do that. There are SO many people who deserve to be discovered.
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