Look at this blank page; what a neat little conduit. Say whatever you want, whether obvious, or ambiguous. Some choose the plainly placed statements from the heart in head, or just what their thinking. Some, like myself, choose to loose our clarity, and get to mixing up our speaking.
So, now, how do we say, well thought out things when the populous doesn't want to hear? If we shouted aloud, would it only annoy? Maybe, i, too, shouldn't care? Maybe i should learn to forget.
Maybe, everything is a sort of blank page? It sure seems like every major trial has been war to wage. But, who wants to hear someone else complain, when were all running separate games? We're all so preoccupied.We've no time to bide to others. We just see how it flows. Everything seems to go the way it goes.
Uh, huh... I hear you coming in; faintly whispering, that all of this time, no one has been listening. I see, I see, that theres no need to plan anything, when we're all just passing by. Is there no one to listen?
A contest entry
- Lost Yourself, Find Yourself by dreamersalwayslive.
735 points, ended July 30, 2008, 20 entries
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Comments
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Hmm
It's a nice poem. However; I'm a little confused on where this fits in with the prompt. I can faintly see where this could have to do with losing yourself; but, do you care to explain? Also, there's something I requested you put in your author's notes; please do so by the end of the contest. The poem is very nice; and it speaks to me as if the words we're being spoken. Good job, and thanks for entering!
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