Leaving
In the dead-stillness of the afternoon,
With the sun hanging outside the window,
Almost motionless, I watch as your chest
Rises and falls and rises in steady rhythm.
The clock seems to stand still. Your
Silhouette is traced against the wall of the room:
An imprint as permanent as my memory of you will be
I pause, then turn to go
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Linea's Poetry
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Tocs
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Re: Linea's Poetry
Wow I always enjoy poetry, it seems like you've been writing this for a long time now because that was really good 
For the most part, it is pointless to be sad in life.
Because sad spelt backwards is das
And das not good
Because sad spelt backwards is das
And das not good
Love every stranger, the stranger the better
The darker the night, the brighter I glow!
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Thanks, Tocs. I haven't really been writing for a while, too distracted. But I'm glad with how this turned out in the end.
There was a sudden sunburst in my head.
And then black night. That blackness was sublime.
I felt distributed through space and time
And then black night. That blackness was sublime.
I felt distributed through space and time
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Re: Linea's Poetry
really really good Linea
“All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.”
T.E. Lawrence
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Am I an example of a calculated birth?
Was my destiny planned to start
on that fateful day that I plummeted to earth
and I cried as I realised I was born?
Was it your mistake that brought my life about?
Am I the product of a plan, or a fault
on a quiet night with a moment of doubt -
the moment I came alive, yet unborn?
Do I exist at the protest of fate?
Did my conception cause the world to groan,
as it shifted up to make room for one more
blind and helpless human to join the drone?
Was my destiny planned to start
on that fateful day that I plummeted to earth
and I cried as I realised I was born?
Was it your mistake that brought my life about?
Am I the product of a plan, or a fault
on a quiet night with a moment of doubt -
the moment I came alive, yet unborn?
Do I exist at the protest of fate?
Did my conception cause the world to groan,
as it shifted up to make room for one more
blind and helpless human to join the drone?
There was a sudden sunburst in my head.
And then black night. That blackness was sublime.
I felt distributed through space and time
And then black night. That blackness was sublime.
I felt distributed through space and time