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Grex > Writing > #134: *In a Small Small Room* Eric Shirley... | |
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fraizer
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*In a Small Small Room* Eric Shirley...
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Apr 13 19:01 UTC 1995 |
Tumbling
Reeling
In a small small room
Numbness
Feeling
In a small small room
Time in a broken bottle
Doesn't do much
Not much
In a small small room
I left the world today
But I'll be back again
Back again
In a small small room
I look for you
Trees falling
I can hear them all
In a small small room
No where to run to
No place to hide
No where to find you
No place to look
No love for me
In a small small room
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morgayn
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response 1 of 4:
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Apr 14 13:23 UTC 1995 |
As I said before, Fraizer, I REALLY like this poem...
The repitition you use for the word 'small' really makes one feel cramped
and jammed into a small room...the references you make throughout the poem
really exemplify what one feels like when they are trapped and in desperate
need of escape...
*Morgayn smiles*
I finally get the chance to return the compliments. :)
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kami
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response 2 of 4:
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Apr 17 03:46 UTC 1995 |
gaaagh! Feels like being on a psych ward- or needing one...Wow! Well done.
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fraizer
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response 3 of 4:
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Apr 17 16:00 UTC 1995 |
*BLUSH* thanx Melly.
kami: thanx, that was the feeling I was trying for. Sometimes the
confines of your own mind are far worse than any four wals could be.
er.."walls"
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morgayn
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response 4 of 4:
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Apr 20 00:21 UTC 1995 |
I agree, Eric. I definately agree. The human mind can definately be confining.
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