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    dots Submission Name: direct depositdots

    Author: shaman
    ASL Info:    32/m/Holland,MI
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 821/406/72
    Words: 91
    Class/Type: Poetry/Depressed
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    Where has our inspiration gone
    When only yawns escape your lovers lips
    And a simple touch can be to much for callused fingertips
    When once erect instruments seem to bend and scribble limply;
    our ability to articulate evaporates to put it simply
    Fountian pens of youth must face the truth;
    the holy grail's gone missing,
    When we end up at computer screens
    And spend our days remeniscing

    As we withdraw from living
    memory banks are forced to close
    Direct deposit on this site
    In the form of poetry or prose

    Submitted on 2007-10-01 07:07:46     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      yeah man, lots of ideas here, and said truthfully, no question about it.

    so, are you saying that you've lost the fiery sparkle-inspiration of youth? i guess i can relate to that, but i do think everything evolves [insert fine red wine analogy here], and that we... see things differently as time rumbles on.

    perhaps you long for these crazy days when there wasn't so much worry over the future, over material things... there is freedom in that, and the past shackles us in wistful memories when we realise we've lost something.

    withdraw from living?

    (grumpy people are such a drag)
    | Posted on 2009-05-07 00:00:00 | by meoww | [ Reply to This ]
      Its inspiration thats the problem,everyone is inspired but know one is inspiring,the rockstar is dead,everyone is famous,poetry is either recycled or so abstract it says nothing to the soul and oh yeah Nietschze was of course totally wrong,he went mad over a silly horse!

    Superman? Yeah right...

    I liked this poem,particularly the little dig at elite skills,writers block is tough to portray adequately,but this was a good job,

    Keep moving

    | Posted on 2008-08-23 00:00:00 | by Raphael | [ Reply to This ]
      There is an honesty about love that we're missing. And when we sheepishly become purveyors of conquest, we destroy the beautiful ache that desire gives to us.

    I know that's not what this is about entirely. But when we ceased to believe in the mystery and embrace it with open arms we lose something very valuable.

    I like the metophor. I think you've skillfully drawn out the idea of"where is the meaning in all of it?". I think we've become shallow and fail to answer for our actions.

    Perhaps we've destroyed who we're answering to? It just proves that Nietschze was right, science has destroyed God.
    I still think the mystery is alive. I like this one Dave, short and packed with poignant ideas.

    | Posted on 2008-03-29 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ]

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