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    dots Submission Name: Cabaretdots

    Author: cuddledumplin
    ASL Info:    36/ f/UK
    Elite Ratio:    4.08 - 6269/5927/526
    Words: 49
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    I hate this place inside of me,
    this cold, dark, smoky cabaret in my soul
    where the band only knows
    the most desolate blues,
    but they know I like the crying songs,
    so I sit transfixed,
    for the sound and the words
    lick my wounds just right.

    Submitted on 2004-05-09 04:00:39     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I loved the imagery in this...and the words you chose were perfect. Kudos (nice new pic, by the way!)
    | Posted on 2004-05-20 00:00:00 | by Emerging Soul | [ Reply to This ]
      I hear ya. I like this one. Thanks for pointing it out to me I must say that I hate that place too. I tried to be as upbeat as possible, but sometimes the sad notes slip in and I end up drunk with darkness...This is a nice write. Thanx!
    | Posted on 2004-10-21 00:00:00 | by Kristina9178 | [ Reply to This ]
      I like this poem. Love the line, "this cold, dark, smoky cabaret in my soul." Don't know whether to feel melancolly or happiness. Nice write.
    | Posted on 2004-05-09 00:00:00 | by oixi | [ Reply to This ]
      A beautiful emotion that for some reason leaves me feeling very alone. The last line is a sharp retort that not only pulls it all together but also jumps out and smacks you in the face.
    | Posted on 2004-05-09 00:00:00 | by pyrestarter | [ Reply to This ]
      another wonderful dumplinpoem... you really do have your own unique style, get yourself a publisher and publish a whole bunch of your poems!!! And let us pick for you =^..^= tee hee........ i like the poem, as usual, well put together and I bet a lot of people can relate to, especially the bit about the music. Great thing is how you begin with hating it, like you're standing outsidethe gates, and suddenly you're inside and you hear the music and you still don't like it and then you realize that it helps make the pain go away, just for a little bit. ~C. Windover
    | Posted on 2004-05-09 00:00:00 | by Cora Windover | [ Reply to This ]
      I liked your poem and how you expressed how music helps you feel and deal with your feelings...Nicely done .. Desi
    | Posted on 2004-05-09 00:00:00 | by Desi | [ Reply to This ]
      Short, simple and emotional. Very sharp poem, quite raw as well. Very interesting style, imho.
    | Posted on 2004-05-09 00:00:00 | by the apocrypha | [ Reply to This ]
      Good little piece here. Its very compact, It reminds me of how a haiku is written. And thats a good things because haikus pack a powerful punch for their length as does this piece. I got the picture of that low lighted room (the only lights are coloured blue) and there are just a bunch of quite gloomed up people.I liked it...Good show.
    | Posted on 2004-05-12 00:00:00 | by Anarius | [ Reply to This ]
      Yes, you hate that place, like some hate their workplace, or others their crappy apartment or their unrated hotel room--or jail cell....but it's difficult if not impossible to change what brings you there.
    And so,-you garner what you can in that dark confine, to make it less painful;-enjoy the view, count holes in acoustic tiles,watch pay-per-view ,--tame a mouse or a cricket--or put another dime in the juke box to hear "the sound and the words
    Lick--wounds just right.I think this is one of the best things you have done...I certainly don't see a contradiction as some others do. You are speaking not of a bar or club where you may go by choice, but of a place where, for a time, you must be--"til the fat lady sings"
    Wonderful evocative write. Silver
    | Posted on 2004-05-15 00:00:00 | by Silverdog | [ Reply to This ]

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