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The Cliche addict.

You walk through Cities at night,
                  Park gardens in the sunlight,

Together,
        holding hands.

        You cling to the warmth,
                             Even in the summertime.

People pass you,

               And that's it.

Theres nothing else you need to understand,
Except the mathematics of clasped hands.

          The Cliche granted your wish.
     
Your love died in the wintertime.

           Now those people, who never mattered before,
           Don't just pass in a haze of ignorance.

You see their faces now,
           Crumpled with stress,
Aged with the secrets that stole away their innocence.


             I know You,
             I see You,

        Alone on that bench.

             I see you,
             watching

Children playing with innocent clowns. . .
              While their mother sits,

             Weeping silent tears.

     I see your eyes watching,
                     Longing,
           
        For understanding.

           You want to know her,
                  Hug her,
           Tell it will be O.K

            You want to know EVERYTHING
               about these people.
                  Understand.

But really. . . .All your heart wants,  

          Is to understand the mathematics,
                 Of clasped hands.

           Once upon a time,
                     So Easy.

  But now. . .
              Your sights to short to see the Equation.

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Written February 27th, 2005

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  • Litlyz1
    April 17, 2005
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    Wow, very creative and I love the way you wrote this! This had fantastic imagery as well, thank you so much for sharing! Keep up the great work! Shannon


  • x-psycho-x
    February 28, 2005
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    well done! my god this is sooo great! what made you do this? id like to know your inspiration. xXx


  • SpydurPoet gold member
    February 27, 2005
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    This is a VERY good poem, good imagery. I like the subject of it. In the last line, though, to should be too, right? I really like the image of 'children playing with innocent clowns...' That was awesome. Write on. ~~SpydurPoet~~


  • Alone inside
    February 27, 2005
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    awesome!!!!!!

    wow....this is awesome!!!!! I think everything about this poem is perfect!!! I like the idea of the clasped hands and maths. I particularly love this line "Aged with the secrets that stole away their innocence." Ace!! Brill work and keep writing


  • BlooQKazoo
    February 27, 2005
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    wow this is sad...its so sweet though. it has a kinda pure innocence to it, if you get me... well even if you dont this is awesome sweetie, you have amazing talent. rock on
    polly

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