Roadpan
Avid Muse
The Essential Pegasus
Posts: 111
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Post by Roadpan on May 31, 2003 14:28:02 GMT -5
Conquer, Sad Poet, With indigence. Sunder these stars; Breathe words From the muffle of stringent demon.
How quick grief turns Sand to glass, brittle against Pallid heart, Sad Poet.
Swift, the porous eye Imbibing grainy page;
Cleaved is the tridentate soul Whose eye does not bleed From the morose pen.
Hear me, Sad Poet. Undrape the gelid stole. Skim the lichens from the soul; It is ennui the words defeat.
Roadpan © 2003
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Post by Elle Rush on Sept 14, 2003 11:24:18 GMT -5
Todd,
a work that breathes raw emotion in such an elegant fashion. Beautifully sad and memorable.
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Post by AquarianM on Sept 16, 2003 15:13:53 GMT -5
Simetimes it feels like a way to matter in the world, whatever that means. Good write here, Todd.
Dan
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Post by Elle Rush on Mar 25, 2004 14:36:06 GMT -5
An unforgettable read.
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