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Experience is the tie that binds
Confusion to the meaning
Of the whitest snow
Falling green from the sky
Coating the blue candy beans
Analyzing Everything
Graphs and charts
Lists and run boards
It all made sense to me
Only I understand
The sensible nonsense
Losing everything
While gaining knowledge
Unconscience mind
Swirling to the surface

I have a new understanding
Of what and who I am
I found the map
To the secrets
Of my flaws
Open doors
Unlocked by intoxication

Finally realizing why.
When the leaks are fixed
I'll be a success.
 

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  • Renewal through the clarity of self discovery must feel like breathing again after struggling to break the surface of the water and escaping waves grasp to reach the shore.


  • petalblue2
    November 11, 2008

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    Very intriguing ideas and certainly mysterious. You know a secret and it is hidden behind the words of your poem. Very nice, love hidden agendas
    Blue~


  • TabbyJoy
    August 31, 2008

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    Intersting ramble here...some really striking lines filled with imagery and unique concepts. The first two lines are very powerful...and the ending lends a purpose to the poem as it becomes more sensical towards the end.


  • No longer in use
    August 30, 2008

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    You know drinking is not the way. No matter what you do insanity is brought out by oneself believing that one can fly and hiding the secret that holds the truth behind conspiracy. A conspiracy that involves everything everywhere. Nothing out of place is wrong. But right in it's own mind. And only you know it's true meaning. But nobody listen. They never listen. They just think you a retard looking for attention. But in reality you are. But only to save their life. Because their daeth is soon upon them. But they don't know what the mushrooms scream....sadly you do....and they don't liste. Anyway this is a good poem. I love it. Thank you for entering.