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    dots Submission Name: IVdots

    Author: Theophilus
    Elite Ratio:    3.91 - 116/174/95
    Words: 191
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       about this summer when i was being childish and reckless and almost made a lot of mistakes.

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    The werewolves are out tonight, haunted eyes, mournful cries in the night, I sing with them on rooftops, treetops, cliffs, seagulls dancing around my head, I jump raising arms to fly like them, desperate to be free, “Oh,” I laugh as I remember, “I don’t have any wings, silly.” I plummet… so free and frightening and lonely. The wind whispers reassurance.

    The dragons raise their wise heads and swift as laughter dive and catch me in their claws, (I'm only a little upset with them) they cradle me like a child wrapped in gypsy threads laying on cathedral steps, abandoned by all but the stars (they still smile at me). Though they hold no fortune for me, I search them anyway. “What am I searching for?” I ask the gravel pressed against my cheek, they don’t reply.

    Creatures hum in the stillness, I can feel their song in my bones, elves enchanting me with melodies I can hardly stand, they bring bitter memories and false hope, I nearly run to them, but there’s a whisper in the bells great chimes that begs me, “Be still.”

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      i, ii, iii & iv seemed to me like mushroom trips, except each one would have been a different species of mushroom. But I didn't reckon you really write like a drug person, so then I looked at your photo a lot, assuming that it is really you, and decided that you're one of those people who have amazing, compulsive moods (because of a highly productive pineal gland, I guess) but are so intelligent that you think about it until this art happens, instead of mistakes! Cool.

    | Posted on 2009-11-10 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ]
      Ok what i get from this is constraint, emotions held back and stagnating, a denial of feeling or uncertainty in moving on from something greatly influencial upon your life path. A yearning to be free, have free choice once more. Let me know what you think, i could be wrong about it all and it could be something way more simplistic hehe.
    | Posted on 2009-11-09 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ]

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