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    dots Submission Name: Her Dress That You Lovedots
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    Author: angelfyre
    ASL Info:    17/yes please/here
    Elite Ratio:    4.07 - 254/238/76
    Words: 258
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
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       okay, well...uhm....okay. the only thing that i can really think that needs explanation...maybe, the title? okay, well it's just like that one thing that you absolutely love but maybe other people dont? y'know? like my sister, she has this shirt that she hates, thinks it makes her look fat, but her wife loves it on her. y'know? doesnt matter what other people think of it...she loves it. damn...ima shut up. so yeah, there that is...and uhm, okay.


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    dotsHer Dress That You Lovedots
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    Time has got running shoes
    Time has got a house by the beach
    Your grandpa said look at the dove
    He couldn’t see the light in your ways
    He said she was just a moment on the hill
    You knew that she would take the whole deck

    Time has got running shoes
    Time has got a house by the beach
    Your grandma made a mess of your onion
    She couldn’t see the truth inside your layers
    She said she collected shadows inside a dirty bin
    You knew she’d spray light on you from her fingers

    Time has got running shoes
    Time has got a house by the beach
    Your father said beauty is blue and long
    He couldn’t understand the depth without length
    He said she isn’t connected to the ships that have sailed
    You knew she’d be the wind between your lips when you speak

    Time has got running shoes
    Time has got a house by the beach
    Your mother said flowing hands need water falls
    She couldn’t see you wanted a bowl of milk instead
    She said she falls like tears from clouds without silver
    You knew she’d float to you forever from the days with no nights

    Time has got running shoes
    Time has got a house by the beach
    She said you could run faster even in slippers
    She could see your wings with certainty and conviction
    She said this love can help the butterflies playing tug of war
    You knew they smelled engine grease but you smelled rain




    Submitted on 2007-03-19 11:32:42     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      A whole lot going on in this poem, when did you
    decide to run these idea across your mind, was it something recently that pushed you to talk about perceptions?


    Time has got running shoes
    Time has got a house by the beach
    Your grandpa said look at the dove
    He couldn’t see the light in your ways
    He said she was just a moment on the hill
    You knew that she would take the whole deck

    (what is she telling me here, time and grandpa,
    well they both can run out very soon, both are beyond grasp sometimes, lol, he tells you to look at
    something representing purity, although he cannot describe it justly without your vision or my vision basically, now the deck and hill...I like how you describe someones thoughts on a you, a tiny moment on a hill, like something insignificant, but the whole deck part, tell me what that means to you)

    Time has got running shoes
    Time has got a house by the beach
    Your grandma made a mess of your onion
    She couldn’t see the truth inside your layers
    She said she collected shadows inside a dirty bin
    You knew she’d spray light on you from her fingers

    (you speak of running and a beach again, and grandma or whoever she represents, has peeled the layers looking for something, once again ungraspable, if thats a word..lol..she collects unwanted or forgotten about things inside of something dirty, and also forgotten about, and the light from her fingers, looking for love, or a sense of peace in her ability to unravel and comfort or understand you?)

    Time has got running shoes
    Time has got a house by the beach
    Your father said beauty is blue and long
    He couldn’t understand the depth without length
    He said she isn’t connected to the ships that have sailed
    You knew she’d be the wind between your lips when you speak

    (you are always my wind, lol..everything to do with the lips ofcourse, father(another metaphor for something else maybe) beauty is blue and long, another meager perception, I guess, great googly moogly, you are majorly stumping me here)

    Time has got running shoes
    Time has got a house by the beach
    Your mother said flowing hands need water falls
    She couldn’t see you wanted a bowl of milk instead
    She said she falls like tears from clouds without silver
    You knew she’d float to you forever from the days with no nights

    (your hands flow, as they maybe extend to reach things ungraspable...see that word again..lol, or just too far away maybe..you always want milk over anything, its a life affirming item, silver in the raindrops huh? this person floating, like they don't seem real, completely fake, or incapable of speaking the truth, or something invalid)

    Time has got running shoes
    Time has got a house by the beach
    She said you could run faster even in slippers
    She could see your wings with certainty and conviction
    She said this love can help the butterflies playing tug of war
    You knew they smelled engine grease but you smelled rain

    (the engine grease, of normality, you percieve as something beautiful, or sense the beauty surrounding it, you don't mind the awful manmade smells and creations, because there is still nature around and within it all, right? slippers slow you down, you know that, and plus that make things slippering on slick floors, so watch out..lol)

    I love this peice, for the simple fact that you are driving me nuts to find answers..lol
    | Posted on 2007-03-19 00:00:00 | by Reckoner | [ Reply to This ]


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