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    dots Submission Name: Assortment:Sights n Sensationsdots

    Author: wilted_
    ASL Info:    20/f/singapore
    Elite Ratio:    5.22 - 138/110/29
    Words: 279
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       this poem was inspired by a random walk taken. in it, I also incorporated a previous entry (then, a prose piece) into one of the stanzas.

    thoughts, anyone?

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    dotsAssortment:Sights n Sensationsdots

    Even nature is not spared from
    synthetic beautification -
    And the loss of humanity
    adds to the bulk of social costs.

    Feet scrape, wearing away
    the reconstructed walkway,
    as the present is left to
    conjure its
    imagined past that
    holds no memory
    of weary feet that once walked
    the same ground.

    This generation knows nothing
    of history beyond
    hollow words
    laid out in paragraphs
    detached from its

    "One people, one nation,"
    chorused religiously by a group
    where difference is
    in the pursuit of
    complacent homogeneity.

    some who never did fit in -

    they lead a life of

    undistinctive features.
    belittled contributions.
    dismissed opinions.
    forgotten names...

    (oh yes)

    heads propped up to face the world, only
    to slump back into
    the depths of despair.
    they watch the world go pass in
    definite shapes and lines of almost
    perfect symmetry.
    their figures constitue a mere blur in the

    and so,
    time after time,
    they take a step
    to resume their banished positions amongst
    the semi-living.

    Does anyone read
    between the lines
    of random strokes of the pens
    (behind bus seats,
    toilet doors
    and weathered benches)
    that bleed bloodstained ink
    from wounds that
    go unnoticed?

    in this ever-bustling city
    consumed by static moments,
    who will pause long enough
    for the vibes
    of the art of life
    to seep in?

    Submitted on 2005-06-12 07:12:29     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Wow! a very powerful piece and wondefull talent you have there m'dear! gotta say it gets you thinking, and questioning yourself as an individual like: what am I doing to help this world? Am i taking notice...maybe if we did all stop our commericalised lifestyles we'd take a look around and think...my god...how beautiful this mother earth of ours really is! and how do we treat her?!...disgusting to think about somtimes...
    I hope many more people happen upon this poem! keep it up
    leigh x
    | Posted on 2005-06-12 00:00:00 | by sunkissed_raven | [ Reply to This ]
      well lets look at this one holy freaking cow. 1. I like the synthetic beauty, I view that in the natural sense but as a social template as well. It reminds me of being in the city and how people try so hard to add nature to it by laborously injecting natural things into an unnatural setting, it seems like a constant uphill battle. 2. the tone becomes more saddened. you never know what happens in a place, I think of old houses and the ghosts of the past left in them. 3. another powerful stanza, who does write history the winners of wars?, missing from it the honor to those who have lost the fight, the sacred geneology of family history, and heroes unrecognized. Even cultures seems to be sucked in by new cultures losing its potency to a new society. I'll leave the rest, I dont want to hog up the whole screen but this poem is elaborate, beautiful, rich in words. It made me think and feel in ways I hardly do. excellent job, mike
    | Posted on 2005-06-12 00:00:00 | by inspirit999 | [ Reply to This ]
      So its a combo of things. I've done the same thing. Sounds like a lot of questions/thoughts I have on my mind- or our world today heh. You always seem to have interesting writes that fit well together. Random topics and images- it's quite refreshing.
    | Posted on 2005-06-13 00:00:00 | by Emmalee | [ Reply to This ]
      I loved the second section:

    Feet scrape, wearing away
    the reconstructed walkway,
    as the present is left to
    conjure its
    imagined past that
    holds no memory
    of weary feet that once walked
    the same ground."

    I spend a lot of time in historical locations, old roads, railroads, abandoned buildings. They somehow force me to slow down and look. The areas "left to rot" somehow retain a quiet majesty that seems to bond me to an earlier time. The places that have been reconstructed or "tourist trapped" seem to lose that. I guess what I'm saying is that you're perfectly expressed, something I felt for a long time.

    Thank you,
    | Posted on 2005-06-22 00:00:00 | by Lost Sheep | [ Reply to This ]

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