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eight headed poemsSep 15 '02 (Updated Jan 11 '04) Write an essay on this topic.
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The Bottom Line Some interesting pieces, that I wrote as a reaction to another poem, that (to be honest) I don't even remember today - thanks Epinions for adding these categories!
The Moon The moon hangs high in lonesome solitude. Its brightness a reflection of something else. Your brightness or its brightness, what does it mean? In the silence your heart shatters like a fallen mirror. (c) August, 1999, Steven H. Lee --- --- --- --- Summer Poem once the sunlight fell on my brow and i loathed it so much that i flung arrows of hate from my eyes and it became enraged and beat down its wrath of hate on me so hot that the plants and people around me started to die and i started to shrivel up inside as all my hate and greed and evil thoughts quickly diminished due to a sudden lack of water and then breath (c) September, 1999, Steven H. Lee --- --- --- --- Untitled No. 5 thought whisper want someone wanted you there but it wasn't me not anymore steaming consciousness extended beyond thought (c) June, 2000, Steven H. Lee --- --- --- --- Untitled No. 6 unaccustomed recognition washes wounded lovers (c) June, 2000, Steven H. Lee --- --- --- --- Untitled No. 7 unaccustomed silence completely promises healing desire. (c) June, 2000, Steven H. Lee --- --- --- --- Untitled No. 8 Office space and long empty corridors. Fluorescence humming from the ceiling and the soft sound of some news radio echoes out from some empty cubicle. With scraps of unwanted paper littering the floor, I leave this place once more. I leave this place for the last time. (c) June, 2000, Steven H. Lee --- --- --- --- Untitled No. 9 Everyday my eyes open to the sight of dawn coming in through my window and my eyes sting like the memories that are embedded deep in the recesses of my mind. Memories that fly across the synapses like lightening. And the thunderstorm just won't stop as I remember the warmth of your tongue lapping against mine as we'd kiss on those hot Vancouver nights during the summer of '98. And the passions still burn deep in my chest, rotting my soul as my eyes turn red from the tears that stain my face as I watch you fall in love with somebody else. (c) July, 2000, Steven H. Lee --- --- --- --- Untitled No. 10 Desperation with deepened voices screaming. Fevers rampant. Makes you Crazy and tired and Crazy again. Everything is not alright. Running nowhere and everywhere at once. the shadows dancing in the light with desperation and deepened voices scratched, frayed and dying from all the screaming. (c) July, 2000, Steven H. Lee what the darkness doesn't know... You like me, don't you? Exponential Silences aspiration lost i want you to describe An Original Motion Picture Soundtrack reflections (3 poems) Untitled No. 1, 2 & 3 Sara the circus is coming to town unacustomed emotional decay memory fragments puzzles and more eight headed poems Last Night warm wind a new beginning i just wanted to let you know sympathetic memory Untitled No. 13 Untilted No. 14 & 15 just let two one two and four fists pound the air drunk stumble and lag love lust music  |
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