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Thursday, November 1, 2007

Filter Out The Madness.

Rating: 3.0
everything i do, i do savagely
and God pries the living out of the losers' hands.

He never hears me.
'Perhaps you are a real nut.'
The Ugly.
do you see the fireflies outside,
they like to drink the rain.
It makes their bulbs glow—
Shh..
there's an incessant thundering
in the distance. It's coming for me. It feeds off
my fear. No one to f*ck tonight.
flurry of a
flurry of a

'I don't care if I'm the fall-back guy,
because pretty soon I'll be the go-to guy.'

and the pressures that we place on
one another crush us internally;
and the pressures that we place on
ourselves stifle creativity.

He thought your name was Nora.

Staring at me from behind his metal frames,
slightly removed from the world:
more of an observer,
rather than partaker.

'Prettiest one at the bar.'
but he said it as if it was
the first lie ever spoken.
Claire Avaline
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COMMENTS
Callie Carroll 15 July 2009
The bar scene, so subtly drawn, captured my attention. The last stanza, a stunner.
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~ Jon London ~ 23 March 2009
There's a depth to this that i admire, nice work
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Ivan Donn Carswell 14 August 2008
An intriguing mix of tenses - and focii, but the message is clear. I can remember a maddening confusion which I thought emanated from me! Rgds, Ivan
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