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    dots Submission Name: sleep studiesdots
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    Author: rws
    ASL Info:    57/m/ohio
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    Words: 36
    Class/Type: Random Thoughts/Misc
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    dotssleep studiesdots
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    I no longer trust
    My own faint scribbles

    That rise like young nations
    In a turmoil of hope

    Only to flounder
    In waves of obliqueness

    Glistening stars
    That have long been dead




    Submitted on 2009-07-07 14:42:32     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Sleep Studies! Now that is when the brain is really
    pounding down and smoking. If we could only pen
    down our revelations before we awake. Keith Richards
    often fell asleep with his guitar and he has a tape he
    swears (of) "I cant get no satisfaction" that he recorded while he
    slept. Personal experience shows me that no matter how
    great I think I am doing, if I do not pen it down, I have
    no proof. Well except for whatever proof is left in the whiskey bottle.
    | Posted on 2012-09-01 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ]
      I think the title in juxtaposition to the write is incredible. Really caught me there.

    What can I say to this but that I relate? Sometimes I feel so ill-content with what I write; that it is not saying what I want, that the words do not carry the strength out of the struggle of getting 'em down. Then I usually wind up wondering what the damn point is anyway.

    I get a little moody when it comes to this writing gig.

    Anyway, I like how each couplet is a complete thought that smoothly transitions into the next; that it rises and falls, as only it can. Speaks of an inevitability that's hard to resign to.

    At least what I got out of it.

    -Emeya
    | Posted on 2010-01-15 00:00:00 | by Lady of Shalott | [ Reply to This ]
      i prefer the oblique over the directly said - i like the idea of being lost, directionless, leaving the reader to figure things out for themselves. most people take things far too literally, though. but hey, that's their loss - that's what instruction manuals are for, i figure...

    chin up, bill.
    i don't trust my scribbles either.
    there's a certain freedom in that, i think -
    it releases that part of oneself more fully into the subconscious.

    why worry?
    let your words carry themselves.
    | Posted on 2009-07-07 00:00:00 | by meoww | [ Reply to This ]
      this saddens me. yup. it does.
    i guess because i can identify. it is such a lonely place. i guess that is what this feels to me... lonely.

    i know for myself, sometimes words are all i have or at least i have felt they were all i had (good, bad, or ugly) and when they lack, it's like a friend has died, wandered off, abandoned me.

    a sucky, lonely, lost feeling. yup.

    funny though, i think for me (now here i go personalizing again), this is the first time i have actually been okay with my wordlessness. i don't feel lost or lonely anymore. kind of content exactly where i am, which is change.

    i just want you to know, your stars aren't dead and they do matter. they matter to me at least. so there.
    | Posted on 2009-07-07 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ]


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