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    dots Submission Name: dear fell wakedots

    Author: Jimi James
    ASL Info:    24/m/somehwere
    Elite Ratio:    6.16 - 90/78/41
    Words: 136
    Class/Type: Poetry/Depressed
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       took me a bit
    but true
    inner conflict and all that i presume
    "ground contol to major tom, your circuit's dead"

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    dotsdear fell wakedots

    dear birth
    on sweet caligula street,
    henceforth postpone the deed
    of cherishing the morn.

    "'tis thee who whistles that loud
    at night -alas!- so dulcet?
    whence i wondered it might sound
    excels all my jaunces,
    dost i hear thy tongue jaunce"

    dear birth
    on sweet caligula street,
    i stopped listening to you,
    oblivious the hundred thousand
    fickling calls
    far above like or need
    please stop your
    ill-divining deed.

    "woe is me, dear love-lord
    of melody, curse my wayward
    ay, for its ropery is no good
    or no good for better.
    thence i pray thy letter
    to meet my porter
    once again."

    dear birth
    on sweet caligula street,
    theres love for thy deed
    but evil's the fruit
    never will i rove again
    the tar you're of.

    Submitted on 2009-02-06 16:00:54     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      From this poem, I think I'll take the porter. It's got this Joycean mouthful of marbles (each an idiom--the southpark manatees). There is a great deal of sound, crying babies, or perhaps the noise babies are introduced to ex-utero. The porter of all this noise follows dutifully in your shadow. There is a regretful class distinction, huh, and you cannot put eyes upon him, he'll freeze up like Eurydice and you'll lose your Samsonites. No, time is an arrow, one penis of an arrow. The first stanza holds the most mystery. The third stanza is a forest, I get a bit lost. The porter in the fourth--who?
    | Posted on 2009-09-18 00:00:00 | by Aaron Felix | [ Reply to This ]
      i had to read it few times but i like...lots of big words and no repeats...nice...something most people including myself lack...you got a talent...
    - ash
    | Posted on 2009-06-03 00:00:00 | by suicidalacts72 | [ Reply to This ]

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