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Ponderings
by Alisa JsIm slung out
Far past any point of redemption,
Its quiet here
No mashing of teeth
No grinding of fists
Just an eerie calm,
With all volume turned down
And I ponder all I see
Without eyes,
Only emotions
Set in mid-range
No extremes,
I kept searching for clues
Any sign to prove
To myself,
You still cared
Like you used to,
Between every speed bump
I kept looking
Kept needing to believe,
We were more
Than some shared inconvenience
03/25/2008 Posted on 03/25/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/25/08 at 09:57 PM ...alisajs, the [somebody]-in-me wants to go parental on you and say now, now sweetie it'll be arrright and yet i chased that somebody off a while ago...i like the style you've chosen, a form of ta da, Ta da, ta dA, ta da, da...heavenly! and to out loud say the last line is lovely in it's curving reality, nearly seems maudlin but for the whole pome and the last line:*smack* on the smacker...peace, charlie |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/26/08 at 12:59 AM Gorgeous language. A true pleasure to read. |
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