Disparate

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Disparate

Friction.
Fractional
functions that crash and split apart
Silence.
Sadness
secrets that lie dormant inside a heart
Moonlight
Madness
molting into nightfall as dawn awaits
Roses
Rippling
reaching onto the mountains of hate.

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shywoodrose commented on Disparate

11-05-2010

thanks for the comment and rating! Much appreciated! Shy

LadyLuck commented on Disparate

11-05-2010

That was kinda intense on my part... like WoW my favorite part is "Moonlight/ Madness/ molting into nightfall as dawn awaits" Intense poem emitting hurt and anger well done

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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