An old Lover

We create to create;
simply to create
as i write
i watch the lines curve and cross
day after day and through the years

the ink has pooled into an endless onyx sea where the desk dips

where my words sink

and the mourning dolphins sing their somber songs

never to be know

slaves in a shameful sea

A contest entry

"This statement is a lie." by PatheticKt. 300 points, ended September 30, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

By me, right now

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PatheticKt
September 30, 2008
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Oh yeah, I have no idea how the title is relevant to the piece so I'm still on chewing on that
PatheticKt
September 30, 2008
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Hmm, quite wonderful. We create to create: something new to me and I guess, I'll agree to that

Love the lines penned here and how we are slaves of ourselves: lovely theme, all right

Nothing else to say, the theme is powerful and the lines were written quite well ^^
skies painted red
September 29, 2008
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believe me.
this is great.
makes you appear so very sad, though.
shepherd.