How odd
these words that bloom
like roses
dripping with pure emotion
dew
then thrown to the dust
the subborn substance
of my soul
How strange
alien
the unnacutomed perfection
of unpunctuated sentances
unbridled by miniscule
periods or commas
the english language's
waiting rooms
How pure
the distilled words
that form without my consent
raping my nerves
with their
hardness
ungentleness
and painful truth
How unkind
the needles and pins of
honesty
unbridled by miniscule
periods or commas
the english language's
stark
empty
waiting rooms
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Written May 4th, 2006
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This peice is so beautiful, could you get any better?
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I meant that commas and periods are waiting rooms. you have to stop and wait before you can go on reading/living.
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Great
Ohh so wasnt what I was expecting when i read the title! I lolve this... I had to read it twice, to get the meaning...I hope I have it right..that each page is a waiting room for words?
Anyway, I really enjoyed this!
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