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Taliana

Taliana

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Im lost.
Looking out over the clouds
at the sunset on the horizon
flying through the pretty pink clouds
not paying attention to the couple
seated behind arguing.

One lone star up above
to wish on

All alone in her thoughts
Like a lone rider
galloping through lifes breeze

Floating through a thousand emotions
unstable at the best moments.

Broken glass is all she can laugh at.

It is dark all of a sudden
No pretty sunset to view

Intensity, Insecurity, undeniable psycosis.

Close your eyes. Close your mind.
Free the thoughts, paranoia.
Undo societies installation,
detatch all your inspiration.

Bottle her up
release it in the jungle,
so society is unable to rip it, tear it,
destabalise it.

Just as it did to you.





I was on a plane. I was a bit scared.
 
i'm trying to think of a way to articulate what this poem says to me. but, alas, i am at a loss. i will say that i liked the flow of it, and prose or rhetoric of any kind that espouses rebellion against fear, i'm all for it.
 
Thankyou ... :)

tiber, i was in a totally bizarre headspace when i wrote this, had been in a very profound sort of mood the past 2 days and whenever i went to write something down everything dissappeared.

This poem definately represents my abstract sort of a brain and its bizarre functionality. (if thats even a word!!!)
Lookin forward to seeing u 2 stars- when is that exactly however? lol
 
^^^^ a lil birdie told me pretty soon actually ;)

i like ur bizarre headscape ;) it suits u :)

Close your eyes. Close your mind.
Free the thoughts, paranoia.
Undo societies installation,
detatch all your inspiration.
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i quoted the same peice but meh. i also like the way u put it all in italics...gives it sort of a whispery feel :)
 
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