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    dots Submission Name: Escape to Lossdots
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    Author: Iram
    ASL Info:    25/F/from your world
    Elite Ratio:    2.66 - 50/62/55
    Words: 113
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsEscape to Lossdots
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    Escaped into the morning sounds
    Where a little silence wanders
    On the streets..
    Where the resting life adds up
    A few packs of alive talks
    You are alive..
    Seeping down in the broken roads
    Molten blood of an early day
    Not mature..
    Than love and its ways
    Escaped into the abstracts
    In to the words..
    Where you freeze the moments
    And spend them for ages
    Everlasting..
    Polishing with your intensity
    Your rough and submissive ideas
    The legendary..
    Picking up verses from the pools
    The pools of red alphabets
    And salty fluid..
    Inserting in the sentences
    Pulling out, thursting in, in the roots
    Bleeding!
    Till the frozen illusions squirt away
    Make you dead.




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      i feel the last words coming out of the poet...bleeding him to death...

    escaping into the writing, as long as it is there...

    escaping into the abstract...abstract makes the reality of life less bloody? less harsh?

    we thaw the illusions with our pen...they squirt away and then there is no more..we are figuratively dead.

    i also get a feeling in this that the words are like packs of wolves smelling the blood and feeding on us.

    in many ways we are ruled by the words as poets...we do not rule them.

    jacob
    | Posted on 2012-04-08 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]


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