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7/26/2012 1:44:21 AM
Would like a review Thanks!	A Gilded Staircase Misconception of rooms, assumptions- appear desolate, yet full of mystery. Seen through eyes, perception or deception. Lustrous dreams, dreary reality, hidden. A gilded staircase. Brimming with hope, glimmer of despair. Gilded staircase, foundation made, hope on the side- A Cellar Door.
7/26/2012 7:54:26 PM
The Path	A thousand miles, walking forward never looking back, yet never seeing the end. Always glancing never seeing, just passing never waiting, to understand a thousand miles. A path never ending, turns and forks in between, filled with shadows and light. Walking looking at trees, glancing at birds, wishing to soar over miles. For the miles just keep coming, without truly seeing, no vision of trees, clouds, even the fields. The bends and forks, giving choices, not knowing which path to take. For not seeing the path, being laid out, only walking a thousand miles. Leads to being lost, walking a never ending, path of beauty. Yet ignorant of the beauty, haunted by a thought, the path speaking. Embrace the path, turning glances to looks, understanding the path. Standing tall, on the never ending path, of a thousand miles. Forks and bends, giving choice, seeing the path of light. Trees, fields, birds, showing what was hidden, from the eyes. The message finally clear, a thousand miles, the journey’s end. Shadows overtaken, light in front, with a understanding. Looking back, over the thousand miles, with a smile. edited by Luis.M. on 7/26/2012
7/26/2012 7:58:51 PM
Would like a review Thanks!	Thank you, the narrator is attempting to draw in the reader and allow thier imagination to more or less run wild.
7/28/2012 10:27:45 PM
Glorious Red, Stunning Blue	Nothingness- pure, vibrant, black-and-white. Oh- the brightest you say? Oh- elegant you believe? Have you ever, wished upon a star? Constellations, the true color, of canvas, that is the sky! A dark sea, black-and-white twinkle, light and bright. Black- White- Oh! Orion's belt.... A little to the left. A little to the right. True color, in black-and-white.
7/31/2012 9:01:07 AM
Once More	Jubilation! What wonderful ovation, granted- complete isolation. Vanity's course- remorse! Fickle style, shallow- while, surrounded by the senile. Sanity wonder not, life is begot. Once more towards the door- forever deplore- This World, hurled- Once more- World mature.
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