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[apshawnhunt]

I used to have a lot of hope,
but lately, it's diminishing.
Slowly weaned by the world on
a diet of disaster and death
and
the realisation that when
my age is not quite as tender
as it is now,
there will be nobody left.

It then follows that,
as many of my anscestors have
and those that follow me will,
i leave a part of myself
in my worRAB.

Perhaps five years ago i would
have embelished my worRAB with
dashes of sentiments rich.
Of lust, love and tomorrow.
But these days my finger clicks
on the slight square bricks,
that constitute my keyboard,
hold the thoughts of a man
beyond his years.

I cry for characters in prose,
the news, and those exposed
by cameras and wish for nothing
more than for one of them
to whisper
softly in my ear -

"M, It'll be okay."





m+w
31/12/09

 

[Son_Of_Gabriel]

"Of lust, love and tomorrow.
But these days my finger clicks
on the slight square bricks,
that constitute my keyboard,
hold the thoughts of a man
beyond his years."

I really enjoy the imagery here. It creates the image in my head of the "slight square bricks" being almost a home to the person, that maybe his stream of thoughts on the computer or typewriter or whatever is what he or she calls home. Or maybe that the computer itself has become more of a home where said person is free to feel comfortable.

 

[petlover014]

so this is similarly amazing as the last one you posted

 

[stfuxitsxnano]

Oh wow. I remember back when you were decent. Now you're making me want yo body.