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Date Posted: 11:47:24 06/12/01 Tue
Author: Jesse
Author Host/IP: 24.150.112.129
Subject: I Need Your Opinion...

I wrote a couple poems, sort of. I wanted to know if you think the meaning of this is clearly expressed. Do you know what it is? I noticed lately all my poems had the same theme, and I didn't do it on purpose. Just wanted to know if it was noticable?

A silver treasure chest
Left unlocked
I tried to hide the key
Scalded spoons
And envy ocean waves
A blue night sky
Speckled stars
All in a silver treasure chest
Time machine
And child peace
Rose rain, do-eared book
A page of words I'd forgotten
Bubble gum and birthday cards
Mind clippings
Loose change and tin foil
It smells of smoke and bleach
Razor blades and little plastic bags
All in a silver treasure chest

I met a boy who told me
The secrets of the flowers
And he gave me the ocean in a bag
I named it peace
I met a girl with wings to fly
And she taught me
The language of the stars
But I forgave her
My veins are so very tired

This one's kind of different...

Dope

Tears of tension, rage
I can feel tonight
It fills their space
As we are nothing to them
Without it
How am I not so special?
Who are we now, to you?
It seems a cover, mask
I, not a mother
Mother/father/dope
True I saw more terror here
Than I saw with the knife at my wrist
I saw more wasted lies
Tonight the phone dials desperate
It makes me sick
Makes me sick to see
To know myself in this

Thanks.

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