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    dots Submission Name: Green Stripesdots

    Author: SOS33
    ASL Info:    20/f/usa
    Elite Ratio:    3.25 - 39/51/41
    Words: 266
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
    Total Views: 765
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       Written late at night in a Dorm common room

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    dotsGreen Stripesdots

    Green stripes against
    The watered down red wine carpet
    Almost like Christmas in August
    Minus the creepy fat man
    Coming into your house
    Via the chimney.

    The blue lines dictate where the letters begin,
    And end.

    The ticking clock reminds the brain
    Of life, time passing.

    Light seeps into the room from
    The over illuminated hallway,
    Fluorescent lights clarifying every dimple,
    Freckle, pimple and scar.

    The hallways silent with sleeping children
    Dreaming of fame, wealth and popularity.

    The whirling of the AC separates the cool inside
    From the sweltering heat
    The setting sun left with the night.

    The darkness brings no relief.

    Vessels against the carpeted cement floor
    Resonating like a sound wave
    Through the whole body.
    Pulsing from fingers to toes
    In time with the metronome of the heart.

    Each of the senses heightened
    With the lack of sleep.
    Joints swollen, pained from the strain of living
    Every day is a new movement
    In the symphony of life.
    Every moment a new note is written
    on another page
    in the never ending book.

    The soul swirling with emotion
    Dizzies the eyes to realityŚ
    Blurring, mixing
    What is seen
    What is imagined.

    Blank stares at a blank wall
    Cause an eruption of creativity
    Leading to hand cramps
    And writing circles on the floor.

    My mind, finally at peace,
    At last able to leak some creativity
    Onto an empty page.

    Filling it with the emotion of
    Black ink against a white sheet of
    Lined paper.

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      i hear that some people,, when staring blankly into a wall ... throw up stars, just to see if they stick, like the gold stars, or glow 'n the dark stars, or stars like pictures of the sky, but if we keep throwing up less and less of what we want to focus on we get ...less accurate,
    | Posted on 2010-03-05 00:00:00 | by leocrates | [ Reply to This ]

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