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    dots Submission Name: My stars are all outdots

    Author: MC white
    ASL Info:    20/Male/Ohio
    Elite Ratio:    3.26 - 71/73/45
    Words: 187
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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       This was inspired by W. H. Auden's poem Funeral blues and by the shitty ass summer I just had. Anyone who works alot should get this. Oh and it rhymes, the structure is obscuring on purpose.

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    dotsMy stars are all outdots

    My stars are all out of their frigid, white fire. Every night I drive home lonesome, weary, and tired, and the skies are pitch black because nobody cares. As I drive all alone, the world unaware. I promise myself that its just for awhile. That I'll quit both my jobs and come back with a smile to the life I was living with friends and the stars. With friends and some hope that might cover the scars. Not heal them or hide them thats not what I meant. More like let me get by them, past remorse and lament. But instead I keep trudging on, days start to blend, to the point where time starts to contort and to bend and to leave me in places surrounded by past and to take me towards future so start'lingly fast that I cant get it together the way that I ought and the battles are lost before they even are fought and I'm losing the track of my life and my rhymes and suddenly I notice that Im all out of time.

    Submitted on 2007-09-23 22:20:04     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      i think one of the most powerful and emotionaly fulfilling things to do would be to take one of those nights when you're tired and worn out from being one of many, one of the working class. revel in your anonymity and revel in your autonomy and the fact that you have to answer to no one and just drive

    drive follwing the stars and the road and the water (puget sound in my case) and that tiny spot where there's only a small opening of sunset left and take as much time as you need, cause nobody will be there to wonder where you are and you are free and you are independent and fully liberated
    | Posted on 2008-02-15 00:00:00 | by andnow | [ Reply to This ]

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