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Somewhere along the way between uncertain romances,
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I stand At the beggining of my path
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I awoke to the sound of silence.
There was darkness pressing on all sides
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Walking forward through the crowded carriage,
I pass an orchestra of different lives
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A smile upon abstraction
A wordless contradiction
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To try to melt this frost
Which never leaves us
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With each upward step
on enlightenments path
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A long time in the past
The last ever song was played
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The journey that life feeds us, growing older, leaving behind people but never really giving them up. Travel, maybe, though more metaphoric
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Two shadows down a path collide
And continue on as one
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The earth it is breaking,
Our worlds they are parting,
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In soft-splayed sunlight on linoleum floor
Through the minutiae of tea with mother’s mam
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The howling winds
tell me a story of a sad lost child
by Athena Alexa
30 lines,
on Dec 25 8:18 PM 2007. In child, baby, home, heart, dreams, journey, quest, vision, time, stars, love, faith, hope
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Getting there from here...
It'll be hard
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Falling into darkness
The light is lost to me
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Journeys been rough,
paths entwined.
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A story of a lost girl who is saved and lost all over again. Alternate Title: "Shell Hell"... less fitting.
by TheSilverQuill
194 lines, 6 comments,
on Dec 7 4:56 AM 2007. In Contest, Fantasy, Story, Girl, Love, Journey, Slightly:, Sad, Life, Sorrow
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Autumn skies repeated my innocent name
North from the fountains of youth, I was the same
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It comes to me, like a light that was always there. What I've sought so hard, I chased away with a scare.
It is always where you do not lo
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Take me away, away from the places that I once knew.
I wanna find my peace of mind in a land thats so brand new.
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A journey ended, a new life begun
A struggle endured, a victory I’ve won
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Another journey has ceased,
Leaving the dust behind.
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Meandering down the blue and starlit path,
Following the susurrus of ancestors
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static from the pay phone line crackles
and silent tears stream down my face
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Getting there is half the journey
Everything I own in the backseat
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She is a rose, it doth be true / I watched her growm, and watched her bloom- / With every well-planned step she taketh / Her gown so gently
by Artemis Gem
35 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 4 8:50 AM 2007. In journey, other, suixina, beauty, death, thoughts, musing, sad, love
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