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Mira

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I've written these over the past twenty four hours. Hopefully I can do something with them later.

 

 

#68

 

The eldritch noise of AM radio waves

 

wakes me from my sleep

 

What time is it?

 

11pm or 3am

 

For all I know I might be dead

 

This is hell or purgatory

 

Surely not heaven, not for me

 

But I'll settle for this place;

 

out of time and out of space

 

An existence that may only lie within my mind

 

And a voice in the dark that sounds a lot like mine

 

Says "Go to sleep friend, it will be alright"

 

A lie

 

But I don't mind

 

 

 

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My rivers are dammed up

 

Jammed up

 

Straining to break free

 

 

 

And she won't take

 

and he won't take

 

and I won't take me

 

 

 

But what then?

 

When the levies break

 

and my world becomes the sea

 

What then my friend?

 

Can I continue to be?

 

 

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Am I a young man who's stumbled into an old man's world,

 

Or are all of the old stuck in mine?

 

Blowing around like yesterday's news;

 

slightly soggy and decades past their prime.

 

Their moth-eaten ideas so covered in dust

 

are rendered useless to me

 

I've spent so long trying to get young

 

and now that I'm here I'll reserve my right to disagree.

 

 

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Some slight changes

 

My rivers are dammed up

 

Jammed up

 

Straining to break free

 

 

 

And she won't take

 

and he won't take

 

and I won't take me as me

 

 

 

But what then?

 

When the levies break

 

and my world becomes the sea

 

What then my friend?

 

Can I continue to be?

 

 

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Am I a young man who's stumbled into an old man's world,

 

Or are all of the old stuck in mine?

 

Blowing around like yesterday's news;

 

slightly soggy and past their prime.

 

Their moth-eaten ideas so covered in dust

 

are rendered useless to me

 

I've spent so long trying to get young

 

and now that I'm here I'll reserve my right

 

to disagree.

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I like this set of poems, Mira. :-) A number of the concepts and images that you presented in it stood out to me, particularly the "I won't take me as me" line in the edited version and the newspaper simile. I think the edits you made are an improvement over the original version, and felt that there was a certain theme of age and languid movement that all of the pieces shared. In terms of potential things to improve, I didn't like the use of "rendered" in the sixth line of the last poem, as it struck me as having a more formal tone than the rest of the piece. Perhaps some other word could be used in its place, like "turns"?

 

Anyway, this is some nice stuff. :-) Thanks for sharing these here, Mira. It's nice to see you posting again. :)

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I like these poems. I feel sad when reading them, however my work is just the same. I like that can relate my life and feelings to them. You did a great job on that, capturing the emotions anyway. This is the first time I’ve read your work; I must say I’m very impressed. I would give you more, such as grammar and what not, but I’m retarded when it comes to that. Keep up the good work ^___^
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