Pages in a Spiral Notebook, by Loneliness is condescending
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The imperfect gray whiteness
Begging for a simple taste of led
Fill them with something
Anything to make them real
Sitting on the floor waiting for you to realize
That only you can grant them life
My dreams are a spiral notebook
Tattered and frayed pushed away for better things
A little chip that does it all faster then ever
Killing out creativity with their flashing pictures
I'll lie here on the floor blank and empty
One day when it's late you remember that I'm here
You'll come back and fill me once again
Just some page in a forgotten notebook
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| Posted: 2005-11-02 04:35:57 UTC |
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| 2005-04-06 16:41:57 | Cpick |
| I love the meaning this has, and everyone on this site, and around other areas as well, can relate to a spiral notebook! |
| 2005-11-23 03:53:24 | lost the lonely dead |
| i didnt give this a vote because i have not read enough of your work to evaluate you as a writter with a real understanding...even though i expected to find this kind of writting before i even clicked on the title... and right now i have paper and pen before me...what am i going to do with it? god only knows... in closing i will say though i liked it though i dont think i fully understand it im curious about the part that talks about flashing pictures......anyway yeah |