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Getting Through : Creative Writing
Embracing The World | from live_fast-die_young - Monday, August 15, 2005 accessed 1296 times When I think of how I laid myself bare to the world in awe of its beauties and vices embracing it with curious, adoring limbs hugging and kissing it in my midnight bed of learning Sometimes I regret having opened myself wide to all four winds of evil at once without even a raincoat. For I have looked under the bedsheets I have seen the filth in which we’ve laid The sickly brown stains at the foot The shock of vomit at the head Sometimes I regret having kissed such a mouth so full of disease. Still I am grateful to have held the world all enwrapped in arms and legs eyes glazed in holy ecstasy Grateful to have swum in its rainbows to have wept under its avalanches to have imbued it’s sacred poisons Grateful to have touched the riverbed of its dark passions where truth and sorrow meet and flow together into eternal seas. R.E.L. (25/06/05) |
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Reader's comments on this article Add a new comment on this article | from Baxter Monday, October 31, 2005 - 02:48 (Agree/Disagree?) Were you at the farm? if so, what years? (reply to this comment)
| | | | | | | From Baxter Thursday, November 03, 2005, 05:48 (Agree/Disagree?) OMG!! Patrick was your elder brother? I have many fond memories of Patrick's supercharged Irish humour. In fact, he's probably one of my fondest memories of that fucking wack nightmare of a place. I was never in Armagh city though (drove through it on the way to Drumcree more than once, but never bunked there- more fond memories.) So did you join in the festivities? How are your parents? Where's Patrick now?(reply to this comment) |
| | | | | | From Baxter Friday, November 11, 2005, 05:37 (Agree/Disagree?) I vaguely remember the monkeys. I remember michael and his fucking animal fetish. And the Ho boys (that has a nice ring to it) and that fucking crazy donkey. And the Goddamn rabbits. I have contradictory memories of the Farm. I learned how to ride a horse there (the only useful thing I learned there) but than I remember all the crazy fanatical crap that started when the teachers came over from the HCS. They were always telling me to get off the sidelines and dedicate myself fully- brainwashing fucks. I hated being forced to sleep nude in a room full of other kids. But I loved having fresh bread, that was cool. Say hi to your parents for me. (reply to this comment) |
| | from vixen Friday, October 28, 2005 - 12:32 (Agree/Disagree?) You are a beautiful woman, and you are fortunate to have a beautiful mind as well. I love this poem. (reply to this comment)
| | | from mia1 Thursday, August 25, 2005 - 20:08 (Agree/Disagree?) i like it.... (reply to this comment)
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