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NeverChange?

I have imagined before
the blending blue and white
Where the water still speaks,
Of hopes and dreams,
possibility is endless.
so it seems.

Reflect upon the wild and untamed.
The realization of a different time.
half forgotten, half dreamed.
a third just a pleasent memory.

Ivy covered halls flow along
and over broken picture frames.
a thousand years of never change
sparked by modern times,
The hidden comes apart
at the seams.

Reflect upon the Planned and sprawling,
the city streets majesty,
Half thought out, Half circumstance
a third just a grey reality

What of forests, Deep and wild.
What of deserts, rich and vast
What of oceans, tempermental its true
of mountains with yeti's
even atlantis passes through my mind.
just a blink and there gone.

Author notes

this peice was to remind everyone hopefully, of the time when we werent sure what was out there, where any day a prince charming could come along. where perhaps someday one would find themselves in the adventure they always knew existed else where.

and as for those to tell me to correct my spelling, i apologize because i feel that every stroke of my finger is on purpose, each letter as it is ment be. I apologize if perhaps its not correct but as it is my poem, you can go fuck yourself.

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  • Orient
    February 13, 2007

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    "I apologize if perhaps its not correct but as it is my poem, you can go fuck yourself."

    I liked it a lot. The poem that is, not the authors note.

  • Silver Haze
    February 10, 2007

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    the authors notes part was almost as good as the piece.
    this was gorrrrgeous. makes me nostalgic. makes me think of finding out santas not real... or like.. stupid stories i would write about running away with the laplante family and living in the woods... ha... i loved the last stanza's "what of's". tis intellectual. lovvvvve it so much, matt


  • Skawe
    February 9, 2007

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    Impressive. At first, It sort of seemed like you were trying to tell your friends to remember times you'd had together... and then after reading your comment, it completely changed the poem, seeming like something you would read to a child while they still had the vast imagination to dream... I really liked this [like the majority of your poetry].


    • Halloween
      February 9, 2007
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      thank you for your beautiful responce to my peice. i hope you are well, what is new in your life?