Richard's Animorphs Forum
General Category => General Fan Fiction & Art => Topic started by: Toominator Z on March 26, 2009, 12:32:08 AM
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I stare at the small rectangular piece of paper
And I can’t tell if it’s black or white.
I think it depends on when I look at it.
Sometimes it looks darker than night.
Like the reflection of a cold, dark abyss
So deep you never heard the rock you threw hit the bottom.
My fingers even numb as I hold it in my hands
And it begs to be dropped.
It pleads to be pried away from lifeless fingers.
Sometimes it’s brighter than day.
Like the blinding doctors light
So warm it calls you away from death
And back into the steady beep of a heart monitor.
More inviting than an open door
With that familiar welcome mat
Where I’m no longer welcome.
Sometimes it’s just grey.
An overcast.
It’s hot and I’m shivering.
My vision is crystal clear
With no color.
All because I can’t stop staring
At your picture.
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*is kinda' stunned, but rather hesitant to mar the sanctity of the thread by commenting*
Wow. That's one of those poems that makes you take a long, deep breath at the end when you finally come back to the surface. Wow, Toomin.
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Wow. Awesome. Don't really know what else to say.
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Exquisite piece of writing, hope to see more
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That's amazing, Toomin. You certainly have a gift :)
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Wow, I'm surprised this got dug back up. Thank you guys. :) I wanted to say that with an exclamation point, but the button is broken on my keyboard. > . < lol.