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    dots Submission Name: immaculatedots
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    Author: Outlaw
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 510/413/195
    Words: 133
    Class/Type: Poetry/Angry
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       I'm trying to rekindle my playful imagination's passion for the english language before I fully commit myself to french and german. We paramours are nothing more than dirty rags.


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    A flower creased the dirt on my fingers
    Alighting them of their sullied fate
    Each petal a mate to a nail, each nail
    Assailing the endless mass of trash around
    This planet upon which we lay -
    It may be that like a philanderer I lay
    From left to right upon these soils
    a new flower for each grave
    wherein lie fragments of hearts
    whose union defined the existence of my kind.
    Every cloth has been used, and so using
    One to clean this mess is no more than
    Rubbing disease and malaise onto more
    And I ask of my state how it is that in this
    State we’ve become unable, incapable of helping
    And most direly, how it is we are so indifferent?
    How it is that I am no different.




    Submitted on 2011-10-27 10:14:44     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      wow, on more readings..yes, sorry sorry..the way you are using it.."lay" is correct...i was reading it a different way than intended.

    my bad.

    jacob
    | Posted on 2011-10-28 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      none of us are clean, no matter how many times we wash our hands. and indifference is a bitch, in my opinion.

    i sometimes will it. when i don't want to have a feeling one way or another about things. it's hard to come up with though, for me at least. i think it scares me when it actually happens. really scares me. it seems so final.

    but i try to see the beautiful-ugly in things.
    like how your petals could crease dirt. and how that dirt seemed so fragile all of a sudden.

    the world we live in is in a clusterfuck. but i'm not ready to leave it yet. nope. i'm just not ready.

    anyhoo,

    thought i'd stop by and say hiya.

    (smile).
    | Posted on 2011-10-27 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ]
      the disease of lost passion, spreading...not just love passion but passion for causes, for things in general...such an apathetic world we are living in..

    i like how you wound the phrasing with the repetition...very much

    although in the one part the two "lays" should be "lie" and using the correct form in those spots won't hurt the sound or flow at all...sometimes poetic license is needed for that...but here i think "lie" works well and sounds better.

    but overall...a nicely constructed write.

    jacob
    | Posted on 2011-10-27 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]


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