poemranker ::cup-cake by cpill

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Free verse № 124016

cup-cake

Member since 2002 · Posted 24 Apr 2005 · Edited 25 Jun 2005 · 4 comments

Oh my fickle ambition makes me not makes me sleep nights to no rest till tomorrow I am never happy to thirst on plans for fulfilment for-ever-on-ward with no hope in my heart but 'hope' itself will blue lines meet red lines? All this brown rice when happiness is such a cup-cake

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[3] Blue Magpie 24-Jun-05/11:15 PM Reply
Not anything I can enjoy, sorry.
[n/a] cpill › Blue Magpie 25-Jun-05/1:40 AM Reply
I guess its not very linier, more felt than understood.
[n/a] zodiac › cpill 26-Jun-05/2:47 AM Reply
Just for your information, for it to really be called 'felt', someone besides yourself has to feel it.
[n/a] cpill › zodiac 26-Jun-05/5:55 AM Reply
You can lead a horse to water...