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Post by Vagabond on Dec 27, 2004 16:47:13 GMT -5
In those silent moments when the night rolls on and you are left with nothing but yourself and your thoughts Those are the loneliest moments.
So many miles past. Watching out the window as America passes by with all of her stories and all of her beauty... fading into the glow of taillights.
The long highway has called me for as long as I can remember The rhythm of the wheels and the hum of the engine. Looking out from this bus that has been home for so many hauls.
Too much time to think to remember the past when the pit of your stomach knots... and you can remember his face on a night very much like this. The long highway rolls on, and I cry myself to sleep.
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Post by Madsengirl on Dec 27, 2004 18:42:30 GMT -5
Niiiicceeee....
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Post by TsnMMFan on Jan 2, 2005 19:29:32 GMT -5
This is the type of poem that each person who reads it can put a different song on in the background and 'feel' exactly what it means to 'them'. So much of writing is silently focused on what it means individually and this really allows each and every reader to step into that world.
You're an awesome poet.
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Post by Vagabond on Jan 2, 2005 23:26:36 GMT -5
*blushes*
Thank you very much. It's something that I really enjoy, and it's how I vent. I have a horrible time expressing myself verbally sometimes, but when I put pen to paper...it all just flows.
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Post by Nove on Mar 31, 2005 5:52:37 GMT -5
You are a poet.Put all your poems together and go to print.IWhen I get a cold chill and my hair on the back of my neck stands-up I know i have a winner. Nove.
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