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    dots Submission Name: Wordsdots

    Author: Bailey19
    ASL Info:    20 Female UK
    Elite Ratio:    3.93 - 64/85/33
    Words: 125
    Class/Type: Rant/
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       As i said at the begging. Its saturday night. Party time over and time to rest and think.

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.


    Messed up,
    Its must be Saturday night again.

    You say to yourself.
    "I know what I am doing"
    But do you???

    Your existentís is just a cause,
    An explanation.
    Without no meaning.
    Who are we?

    A life time.
    We must exist.
    50, 60, 70, years.
    You may exist.
    A life time.
    Of worry.
    We have to accept.
    The fear.
    Your own fear.
    We have to live.
    For what reason?
    What purpose?

    I do not know?
    We do not know.
    Do you want to know?

    We learn.
    I learn.
    Each foot step teaches you.

    We blink.

    Read again.

    My words.

    What truth will they bring.

    What faith?
    In my existence.
    In your existence.

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      This reminds me in ways of a poem I wrote entitled "Scribes are Forever", except you seem to take a whole different approach than I did. I talk of the faith shared by all who choose to write, the faith that when you put your thoughts into words that they may live on after we are gone, while you lean towards the idea that you are only alive when you are alive. In certain ascepts you are stating that life repeats till death, but a think otherwise (my own opinions I suppose). I believe that every moment is one of its own that can be taken in so many different ways. It might just be another Saturday night, but your thoughts flow forward, not in a cycle of days. I like the free verse that you express in this peice, and in a surreal way you are making a abstract contradiction in saying that life will take you where it may. I'm not quite sure how to take this peice. I was only throwing out some of my first impressions. It was well written. If I have the idea completely wrong then tell me and I'll give it another shot. Thanks for the thoughts, PEACE.
    | Posted on 2005-09-11 00:00:00 | by ConScribe | [ Reply to This ]
      this poem is basically a thought from a bold mind.
    i can see your writing about life being horrible and boring.
    this poem is very thoughtful. without a plan...just a thought.
    a free write.
    it's not complicated and i understand all the word that you typed in here.
    'very simple but thoughtful.

    | Posted on 2005-09-11 00:00:00 | by Fearless | [ Reply to This ]
      I read this a couple times and couldn't really get much message out of it except for that life can be long and it can be unplesant. I like the flow however.

    I wonder about the line "Your existant is a means to the full in your void" and if it is supposed to mean anything that I've missed.
    | Posted on 2005-09-11 00:00:00 | by Catalist | [ Reply to This ]

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