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The Assignment by ~Joplar:iconJoplar:



I am lost
I am lost
Lost in a sea of dismal thoughts.
The words before me need no emotion,
Need no life,
Need no purpose,
Need only fact.
And that is suffocating.

Alternately, I would these words sing
The love that I do not hold, lift
The weary too-soon-old, cry
So lonesome hearts would know
That lonesomeness is not alone.

But these words before me speak a loss
A loss of time,
Loss of purpose, life,
A loss of talent so clearly fit
To have this life pouring from it.
©2007-2008 ~Joplar
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A poem of procrastination.
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~Darq-V:iconDarq-V: Dec 2, 2007, 8:22:51 PM
You're almost like Petrarch :sherlock:

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"In the presence of temperance... Bootlegging is king!"
~Joplar:iconJoplar: Dec 2, 2007, 10:17:22 PM
More like Plato really. But I could be saying that just to argue.

You never told me, were those mixed drinks or raw booze?

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When I reach for the stars, how come I always wind up with fireflies?
~Darq-V:iconDarq-V: Dec 2, 2007, 10:36:57 PM
Is what mixed drinks or raw booze? If you mean the stuff on my journal, their both types of beer.

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"In the presence of temperance... Bootlegging is king!"