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    dots Submission Name: Lost Teen, Lost Dreamdots
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    Author: Mykquillion
    ASL Info:    20/M/NEB
    Elite Ratio:    4.25 - 109/124/41
    Words: 67
    Class/Type: Poetry/Depressed
    Total Views: 793
    Average Vote:    4.0000
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       Forging your own path is the hardest and best path all at once.


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    dotsLost Teen, Lost Dreamdots
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    I need to stay alive
    To find the reasons why
    To stay alive.

    Searching for meaning
    Day after year.
    Count my age in decades;
    Makes it less depressing.

    Telemarketers call,
    I keep them on the phone,
    For hours.

    Praying to all Gods,
    Trying to make a friend.

    I am the needle
    And the world
    Is an unhelpful haystack.




    Submitted on 2007-01-08 14:42:56     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Sometimes it seems that all is lost (like the needle) but look for the son, he will shed light on the picture and make the needle shine amidst the dust. (dust because hay tends to create it--for any city slickers reading this)!

    ~orange
    | Posted on 2007-01-25 00:00:00 | by orange | [ Reply to This ]
      Great write. Good expression and different ways to describe loneliness; counting decades, befriending telemarketers. I love the last stanza. A needle lost in a haystack, never to be found or noticed. Perfect. :)
    | Posted on 2007-01-18 00:00:00 | by dreamer37517 | [ Reply to This ]
      Telemarketers call,
    I keep them on the phone,
    For hours.

    This makes me sad :[
    It really brings the point together in the poem, however.

    Nice job.
    | Posted on 2007-01-08 00:00:00 | by wovenwords | [ Reply to This ]


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