tired of riddles
and mirrors veiled by vanity
faces masked by myths of wisdom
the world has become tired
pinned to wrinkled velvet
an atrophied orchid amongst dead stars
tired of shrunken ideals
and shriveled hope
brittle battles that clatter
their broken swords against
frozen steel
of thunder's shimmer
sun has grown cold
a soggy parchmenty
withered in its solitude
of seasons grasping for reason
to be whole
in seed recycled
over and over in apoplexic loss:
earth needs a break
from versisimilar promises
to the elemental truth
of breaking
free
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In a list
A contest entry
- ennui by ellipsist.
450 points, ended July 15, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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hi i thought this was really good and i enjoyed reading it
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hi this is absoultly amazing very descriptive and very powerfull and also and i loved the imagery as well


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descriptive and powerfully so...
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bravo! excellent style and execution. strong intense imagery. such hope and freeness to escape what can sometimes be such a cruel cruel world.
many blessings *stomps

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Wow...A language lesson on two levels. First I needed help from Mr. Webster and second I needed time to digest the fiber of your words. This is quite different from your usual fare but then your keen analytical mind has no trouble seeing through the facade that many people would have you believe is real. Best wishes in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long

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You speak what I have been thinking. There is much talk about the ancient myths, people putting on masks of knowledge and wisdom, people demanding adherence to the right way, which is their way. I'm tired, let me out. Your words are forceful and descriptive.
There are a couple of words I don't recognize - maybe they are neologisms.


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Ahhh. This is stunning. So well you capture the weight of it all as it comes crashing down on you. And afterwards, when you realize that the only thing to do is keep on going, you shrug it off and pick yourself up and get back in the fray.
My motto: If you can't walk, crawl; if you can't crawl, get someone to carry you.
Yours is a great talent. Good luck in the contest.
Garrison

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We rail against the outrage of it yet no one listens *sigh but you know I do dear lady. Love, C


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