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Rabbid Hole _revisted_Alice fell down the holeRabbid Hole _revisted_
she chose to go,
yes, she did choose to go
to unchartered territories
such a tempting diversion
she chased that elusive rabbit
the one that promised so much
a life free of pain and strife
a existance based on lie
she chased that elusive rabbit
she would find him soon enough
her senses aroused
a little more then she could take
did she jump to soon?
did she make a mistake?
her soul gave a trembl
by ~omniblueeyes
Field Trip to IndianaHere we goField Trip to Indiana
flying on a plane
what do you know
we are on the aisle lane.
Is it because
our dad is so cheap
cause all of his money
he wants to keep.
Forced to endure
the bumps and the dings
the last to be served
and a view of the wing.
What did we do
to deserve such a fate
economy class
we surely do hate.
Flying on a plane
to see dear old dad
can not wait to get there
it w
by ~omniblueeyes
heather's poemWE ONCE CHOSE THIS JOURNEY, THOROUGH THOUGHT WAS MADE. FOR WHEN WE STEPPED THROUGH THE VEIL, THE PATH WE CHOSE WAS LAID.heather's poem
I KNEW YOU ONCE BEFORE IN TIME. I LOVED YOU THEN AND NOW.
WE LIVE THIS LIFE TOGETHER.
FOREVER HERE I VOW
FOR ONCE YOU WERE MY CHILD.
TODAY YOU ARE MY FRIEND.
TOMARROW, PERHAPS MY MOTHER.
TOGETHER WE WILL BLEND
THE HANDS OF TIME MEAN NOTHING NOW.
FOR TOGETHER WE SHALL BE.
FOR THE CHOICE WAS ALWAYS OURS.
TO MEET IN ETERNITY
by ~omniblueeyes
haikuA waterfall Shines,haiku
Under The bright Yellow Sun,
When Bees Make Honey.
I may be saying this because she is my daughter and I love her so, but this poem is beautiful and shows so much insight from a young child:) LOVE IT!!!!! I have it written in my own journal of poetry:)
by ~omniblueeyes
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DronesIt reeks of molten metal, the stench almost burns the nose. Labouring ever onward, without faith, without passion; Nothing more than die-cast drones.Drones
We live for only what we want: our dying hopes and dreams. Lying just to get our way, without shame, without guilt, because we're slaves to our own greed.
You can't kill the demons that make you who you are. A little less than human; Alive but somehow dead, without soul, without compassion.
We're well aware of the problem, because we stare it in the face. And everything that
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