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    dots Submission Name: Riddleddots

    Author: Vismare
    Elite Ratio:    4.84 - 19/16/9
    Words: 67
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    I am the bane of my existence.
    The weathered Hourglass
    With grains of sand,
    Of resisted assistance.

    The process of biological terms,
    To a certain degree,
    Contradicts the mentality of my own eyes,
    My own mind, left unseen.

    My body beside itself in my mind,
    The search, the question, the answer to find.
    What passes as I age and ponder,
    Is Time.

    Submitted on 2015-01-04 00:40:22     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      First off to start, thanks for the comment on my poem.

    Second. I really enjoyed this poem. It was short yet, I felt a certain connection. I am not as young as I see my self any more. Time will never stop and neither will age. This occurrence causes me to debate time itself. Every poem has multiple meanings, what the author meant and what the reader feels. Even if I do not get your particular meaning of the poem, I walk away with my own interpretation. I enjoyed it. Good read and keep writing.

    | Posted on 2015-08-06 00:00:00 | by DeathTone | [ Reply to This ]
      Power is a problematic diversity matrix, a relatively positive dynamic integration, a coordinated interjection through time. What does this say for the philosophically contrived field of metaphysics? Can we be conjugationally conjunctive with our progressiveness? The thought of such mystique on the mystic symbiosis. Spiritual sky, aegis vagary incite, √©lan vital, and once again nimbus nimiety nihilism.
    | Posted on 2015-01-04 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]

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