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Posted by kiddo on August 17, 2001, at 0:13:07
My tears are prisms of my childhood,
The anger, pain, and shame.Each color reflects emotion, and
All of them bear my name.Violet is my memories from being used and touched.
Blue is my sadness, there seems to be so much.Green is my envy, from what wasn't meant to be.
Yellow is the happiness that went to someone else but me.Orange is the pain I feel, stinging like a knife
Red is anger unexpressed, will I carry it through life?Each time a teardrop falls,
it's within these prism walls.I'm caught in the prisms of my past, my tears reflecting each color.
When I look into the mirror my face reveals no other.
Posted by dreamer on August 17, 2001, at 5:26:20
In reply to Prisms, posted by kiddo on August 17, 2001, at 0:13:07
I wrote something similar in 97:
Walking into the future carrying the past,
My face reflected in a thousand raindrops that hurt as they hit the gound.
Wanting to run into my own reflection that ages faster as the need for life is stronger..... blah blah.........well a bit similar.
I like yours better .
Posted by kiddo on August 17, 2001, at 10:57:59
In reply to Re: Prisms » kiddo, posted by dreamer on August 17, 2001, at 5:26:20
I wish you'd finish...I like yours :-)
I think it's good and would like to be able to read the entire thing.
I like yours better.
> I wrote something similar in 97:
>
> Walking into the future carrying the past,
> My face reflected in a thousand raindrops that hurt as they hit the gound.
> Wanting to run into my own reflection that ages faster as the need for life is stronger..... blah blah.........well a bit similar.
> I like yours better .
Posted by dreamer on August 17, 2001, at 17:19:53
In reply to Re: Prisms » dreamer, posted by kiddo on August 17, 2001, at 10:57:59
I'll dig it out later and post it
Posted by dreamer on August 17, 2001, at 21:29:00
In reply to Re: Prisms » kiddo, posted by dreamer on August 17, 2001, at 17:19:53
Hey there again
How yer feeling?Been crying like a baby all day for no reason
inparticular left me with a booming headache, oh well here's me thingy:Walking into the future carrying the past,
My face reflected in a thousand raindrops that hurt as they hit the ground.
Wanting to run into my own reflection that ages faster as the need for life is stronger.
Sandwiched between the dirge of the street lights and well-groomed gardens that cushion the blow from the city,
The chime of a clock laughing as its hands applaud Time's immortality.Early morning darkness.
"The stars are holes in it's skin, said a child;
"behind the darkness is dreamland.'Clouds wash over reclining landscapes chasing the sun,
Ochres fall, riding on gravity's dance as autumn walks the streets.
Shadows deep in summer's memory,chasing a thought that fades into another recollection of a dream,
Memories returning unannounced,
Simple and strong.Lightened by sunlight and a sweet bird song,
Sunlight on ice, a strange smile from a strange girl.
Strange Weather.
Posted by kiddo on August 17, 2001, at 21:36:06
In reply to Re: Prisms » dreamer, posted by dreamer on August 17, 2001, at 21:29:00
Howdy-
Feeling pretty good, and you?
I really enjoyed that, thanks for posting it for me. You hit the nail on the head with it I think.
Stay safe
> Hey there again
> How yer feeling?
>
> Been crying like a baby all day for no reason
> inparticular left me with a booming headache, oh well here's me thingy:
>
> Walking into the future carrying the past,
> My face reflected in a thousand raindrops that hurt as they hit the ground.
> Wanting to run into my own reflection that ages faster as the need for life is stronger.
> Sandwiched between the dirge of the street lights and well-groomed gardens that cushion the blow from the city,
> The chime of a clock laughing as its hands applaud Time's immortality.
>
> Early morning darkness.
> "The stars are holes in it's skin, said a child;
> "behind the darkness is dreamland.'
>
> Clouds wash over reclining landscapes chasing the sun,
> Ochres fall, riding on gravity's dance as autumn walks the streets.
> Shadows deep in summer's memory,chasing a thought that fades into another recollection of a dream,
> Memories returning unannounced,
> Simple and strong.
>
> Lightened by sunlight and a sweet bird song,
> Sunlight on ice, a strange smile from a strange girl.
> Strange Weather.
Posted by dreamer on August 18, 2001, at 19:53:07
In reply to Re: Prisms » dreamer, posted by kiddo on August 17, 2001, at 21:36:06
>
>Feeling pretty good mmmmmmmm
>I really enjoyed that.mmmmmmmm
You hit the nail on the head with it I think mmmmmmm
>Stay safe
alwayzzzzz mmmmmmmmmmm
Posted by kiddo on August 18, 2001, at 23:19:28
In reply to Re: Not Prisms, my little PRIAPISM'S back, posted by dreamer on August 18, 2001, at 19:53:07
Ok, I'm lost care to clue me in?
> >
> >Feeling pretty good mmmmmmmm
> >I really enjoyed that.mmmmmmmm
> You hit the nail on the head with it I think mmmmmmm
> >Stay safe
> alwayzzzzz mmmmmmmmmmm
Posted by dreamer on August 19, 2001, at 7:17:03
In reply to Re: Not Prisms, my little PRIAPISM'S back » dreamer, posted by kiddo on August 18, 2001, at 23:19:28
Don't worry bout me and my silliness.
Just a immature sado at times,
playing round with posts on a early sunday morning.
I blame efexor
Posted by kiddo on August 19, 2001, at 11:03:31
In reply to Re:My Childish ways » kiddo, posted by dreamer on August 19, 2001, at 7:17:03
Hey I can deal with that. I was getting ready to blame it on my meds :-) It's always nice to have that option early on Sunday morning isn't it? Pay not attention to me, I'm not coherent until at least 5:00pm.
> Don't worry bout me and my silliness.
> Just a immature sado at times,
> playing round with posts on a early sunday morning.
> I blame efexor
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