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People pour from glass buildings along wet April sidewalk
Try to hide themselves behind the small talk
Like human smokestacks crowded and stained
Stained with their neighbors words of waste
Smoke from hearts burning in flames they never faced
Their black umbrellas form the sad cloud
Covering bright souls with the dingy shroud
Still the light leaks out from in
Like from a million tiny holes
From a million little pins
Lost sailors wearing star studded coats
Wearing the night sky
Looking to each other for direction
A human Polaris to navigate by
Searching for another place
Where we can stop this self deception
This insincere shroud we call protection
Where we can finally be our own
In this house of flesh, blood, and bone
- by Kancara the Reaper |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/18/2009 |
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- Title: Our Own
- Artist: Kancara the Reaper
- Description: A published poem of mine that I used to win a university writing contest. It is about the good of people that manages to shine through, even when the world's vices seem to block out their true nobel nature.
- Date: 01/18/2009
- Tags: people star smoke search polaris
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- Kancara the Reaper - 01/20/2009
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View and vote for my newest poem, "Atlas," here:
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- SilvertongueSagittarius - 01/18/2009
- tres bon, mon ami! Im diggin the symbolism and imagery. so many people just come out and say things in their writing. I enjoy the art of metaphor. 5/5 and a favoritism
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- Kancara the Reaper - 01/18/2009
- I hope everyone understands it. It is a bit ambiguous.
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