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Run your Waves in My Pores

November 3, 2010
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Sitting on the stool of wicker rows,
My mind descends like polar snows,
And in a state of stagnant bliss,
You rape my mind with deadly kiss.
Evaporating like morning dews,
You fill me with descending news,
My thoughts and motions dictate such,
That you pass words of wicked touch,
And fire off your heinous spores,
Run your waves in my pores.
Progress is what machinery brings,
Hear a car like lyrebird sings?
Withhold your discordant sound,
‘Cause in your waves I’m no longer drowned.

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on Aug. 5 2011 at 8:23 pm
thetruthawaits94 SILVER, Duncan, Oklahoma
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Favorite Quote:
Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain.

I thought this poem was absollutely perfect when i read it for the contest. it was extremely close between the first place and second place. i picked her poem becasue of simplicity of the personification and how beautiful she made such a simple thing be. BUT i almost chose yours because of the exact opposite of reasons. I love the last line. What like radio waves? :)

austenite GOLD said...
on Jun. 28 2011 at 5:56 pm
austenite GOLD, River Falls, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote: word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love....I love...I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on. -Mr. Darcy

I absolutely love your diction in this poem. It makes your criticism of how we allow the media and society to essentially brainwash us into mindless beings even more powerful!