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    Slowly we seep into a space in between spaces
    Some common time before
    ​Life fucked us slowly

    Beautiful childhood moments of hot bitumen under feet
    Running down to the beach fast as one can
    Looking as cool as you can

    Broken moments broken dreams
    Sleep no more she says
    That time is gone
    Watershed moments
    wasted

    I dream of trains moving across vast distance
    Parellel lines
    Moving rolling
    Like ships leaving port
    In the night

    Caught in a moment that ruptured thought and reality like a knife ripping artery
    Life is what you make it
    Dishevelled dreams evaporating
    On cliffs edge

    That moment when you heard the shrill voice of a past wife in a dream
    Caught recollecting horizons saddness and loss
    Beatitude null and void
    Gone vanquished
    Lost

    Have you ever sank so deep
    Like walking in quick sand
    Somthing so displaced
    as if out of place
    A knife without a Fork

    Dreams displaced
    With realities of Bipolar clarity
    That movement underground
    Cities grumbling

    Panic caught like
    Emergency
    Holding me here
    Mid air

    That moment before
    I lost it all
    Once again
    Measuring it
    Like
    weight on circumscance
    again and again

    Hold your breath
    smack your face
    how will it it all roll
    dice.
    roll







  • #2
    It started off pretty picturesque, and I didn't read it — I watched it.

    Originally posted by matthew18 View Post
    Slowly we seep into a space in between spaces
    Some common time before
    ​Life fucked us slowly

    Beautiful childhood moments of hot bitumen under feet
    Running down to the beach fast as one can
    Looking as cool as you can

    Broken moments broken dreams
    Sleep no more she says
    That time is gone
    Watershed moments
    wasted

    I dream of trains moving across vast distance
    Parellel lines
    Moving rolling
    Like ships leaving port
    In the night

    ...

    But then I felt like the image was crumbling:

    Originally posted by matthew18 View Post
    ...

    Caught in a moment that ruptured thought and reality like a knife ripping artery
    Life is what you make it
    Dishevelled dreams evaporating
    On cliffs edge

    That moment when you heard the shrill voice of a past wife in a dream
    Caught recollecting horizons saddness and loss
    Beatitude null and void
    Gone vanquished
    Lost

    ...

    Was that a planned move?

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    • #3
      Vlad I felt at the time like it was a ramble of sorts disjointed and not so refined. Planned move no, thats how it evolved...Stream of conscious style writing off sorts. Thanks for the feedback
      Last edited by matthew18; 06-01-2019, 12:05 PM.

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      • #4
        wow, Matt, I missed that one, 2011, I think I had joined here but on another name. Its a fuck of a poem.
        I was in quite a dark state at the time. Its kind of cool that Vlad went through the archives and dredged it back up.
        Well done Vlad.

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        • #5
          Hey, I am forming a writing group/ circle. Would you be interested in participating?

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