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Lies and cries

only black
can be seen with light eyes
large sliver, a crack
all truth, or lies

a painted rusty pane
all the colors blending
are we all sane?
or are we all just pending

crying dismal black
hearing only light
dreaming things our lives lack
seeing darkness wishing white

only color dreams
seeing in two dimension
not all is what it seems
living lies, screams our pension

can the heart see
what the eyes do not
the truth of colors, the key
nerves shot, faces wrought

black and white
truth and lies
no will to fight
only crying eyes

all i see is black. and. white.

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Written November 17th, 2005

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  • w8ing4mystar
    March 14, 2006
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    aww thanks. im glad you enjoyed it. i seem to write poems more at night. seems to get my creative juices flowing lol

  • Mystic Enchantress
    March 14, 2006
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    Wonderful Work!

    This is an amazing work you penned here... it reminds me of some of my angst-sad writings... This is absolutely wonderful... I loved the reading of it. I cannot point out just a few lines I loked the most because I loved the entire poem. I truly enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing your work with me and for the wonderful gift of your creative pen. Blessed be, Nena


  • Kochibo
    February 7, 2006
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    High 5!

    WOAH! I loved this! This is so deep and sad, wow. GREAT write babe. Tis is so deep, I really get where you're coming from, very thought provoking~

    ~Leasha Green


  • Kochibo
    January 8, 2006
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    woah, weird and deep. Good write Pat, I can read into this a lot, very depressing tho, luvs~

    ~Leasha


  • deercatcher
    November 20, 2005
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    Wonderful. I gather more senses and feelings than ideas disected from phrases. I would love to talk for an hour about intentions and implications. Personalities come in as many different kinds as keys in music. This appears from a concrete point of view


  • Night Hope gold member
    November 18, 2005
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    '...crying dismal black hearing only light dreaming things our lives lack seeing darkness wishing white...' As one who promotes the Light at every given opportunity, I can truly appreciate this poem...well done...Good luck in the contest...Be well, Poet... Wanda

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