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Post by Nicole on May 29, 2014 19:18:25 GMT 8
Its way to foggy for me to make out your form
Sometimes I think that I can see what you are…….. but in that moment you take a step back
If I stand somewhere in the middle I get the best sense of what you are…………. but only just
What happens if I make myself clearer to you.
How about I stand on the table ?
Can you see me now ?
Should I scream ?
Twist
Turn
I know…….you whistle and I'll follow
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Post by daisysanders on Jul 3, 2014 20:35:12 GMT 8
foggy
somewhere
scream
should i scream?
I know! I know!
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Post by serena on Jul 4, 2014 3:42:23 GMT 8
Can you see me? Now. Can you see me? Now. Somewhere in the middle, suspended tumbled together I grasp at the edges trying to make out boundaries of what is in front of me Trying to find form,
instead I only pass through the grey fog
and that thing you could almost grasp
vanishes
Twist my fingers
in order to make sense of it.
This is the problem with distance |
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Post by isabellamay on Jul 7, 2014 20:37:07 GMT 8
i dropped my towel and you whistled at me.
fuck off.
that wasn't what i expected i thought you'd come forwards and you went backwards, we went backwards
i want to be clearer, naked, exposed, available
don't make me want to please, this should be shared
you're a weirdo, a big surprise, at first you seamed transparent. I had you figured out.
the clearer things became the more clouded your were.
off cloudy apple juice that doesn't belong in my fridge but on some ones else kitchen bench after a big night swallowed with the mornings first cigarette.
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Post by Admin on Jul 8, 2014 4:16:47 GMT 8
I thought I had seen you
Clear as day,
But those physiological capacities I hold..............The ones that provide data for perception....................... have been found wanting.
Lacklustre and Limp,
If I stand back,
Somewhere in the middle,
I see it for what it was,
What it is,
But only just.................
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Post by ashroseberry on Jul 16, 2014 5:31:29 GMT 8
You make me feel like I should be able to help it.
But I can't.
You sucker me in every time, this belief, this convincing.
The logical side warns me off, but I am addicted, obsessed, and at the mercy of it all.
You whistle, and I'll follow.
I wan't to scream, carry on, make a fuss.
But then I will be just like all the others...and worse, you'll know I care too much.
So I close my eyes, look away.
And pray for the moment where I will be able to fog you out.
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Post by michelle on Jul 19, 2014 20:15:35 GMT 8
It's way too foggy for me to make out your form.
How can I make myself clearer to you?
I could carry a sign?
I can stand on a table...
Should I scream? I'll scream.
I can sing about the meaning of love.
Do you want One Thing, or What Makes you Beautiful?
But I know the dances!
I can bring flowers, sunflowers!
I could cry.
I'll wear a monochrome outfit tomorrow,
no, not black and white.
One Colour. Mono Chrome.
How does red sound?
I'm the one in red,
Can you see me?
Every time you whistle, I'll come.
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