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Fiction
I want to be buried
in the pages of my
fictitious world.
Where words never
end, never hurt
and never more beautifully written.
in the pages of my
fictitious world.
Where words never
end, never hurt
and never more beautifully written.
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Re: Fiction
Anonymous
23rd May 2012 1:06am
I can sympathise. I've started reading long-winded fantasy epics for the first time since I was a child. After years of reading "realistic" fiction, I'd like some escapism.
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Re: Fiction
23rd May 2012 3:02am
:)
23rd May 2012 7:02am
Opheliac
You have offered a glimpse of your rabbithole which dazzles in its sheer brilliance.
Very alluring this is.:)
Sumeet
You have offered a glimpse of your rabbithole which dazzles in its sheer brilliance.
Very alluring this is.:)
Sumeet
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I like it.
23rd May 2012 10:42pm
Re: Fiction
everyone's welcome, just keep on reading books.
thank you everyone for reading and commenting on my poem.
thank you everyone for reading and commenting on my poem.
Re: Fiction
24th May 2012 1:50pm
Re: Fiction
29th May 2012 5:49pm
I too would love to buried there. what you described is how I feel when I read.
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re: Re: Fiction
29th May 2012 7:39pm
Re: Fiction
15th Jun 2012 3:42pm
Nice poem. I've felt that way at times, too. But, to me, a "fictitious world" is obviously not real. It's fine to want to escape the "real world" at times. I try, too. But I begin to notice that my feelings change from moment to moment and I almost have to force myself to go to that "fictitious" place. Sometimes I go there (I am of impulsive, stubborn Irish descent) only to hurt myself more than if I take the real world (which has its beautiful side) on, reveal it, unmask it, perhaps rationalize it. But that is part of my experience, too: the real world of my experience. Words always have the potential to "hurt," even if they are "beautifully written." Fine poem.
marcella1
marcella1
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re: Re: Fiction
15th Jun 2012 6:39pm
thank you for stopping by marcella :)
im glad you can relate to my poem even to some degree.
im glad you can relate to my poem even to some degree.
Re: Fiction
17th Jun 2012 5:00pm
I I agree it's a nice place to be buried. Much better than mine: "winter grave"
Keep a place, where can I make reservations?
Sweet and deep at the same time.
I'll share it in twitter.
Keep a place, where can I make reservations?
Sweet and deep at the same time.
I'll share it in twitter.
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re: Re: Fiction
17th Jun 2012 5:45pm
Re: Fiction
29th Jun 2012 4:25pm
"Words" can't "hurt," unless you identify with them. Beautiful poem, it moved my world. And by the way, here is the Philosophers' start. If you say, when someone has called you something you dislike, "I am hurt by that." Is it the "essential I" which is hurt? But if you say something (to yourself, like "hurt is within me") are you saying something quite different? The "essential self" is not possessed by the hurt. It can't be, otherwise it wouldn't be "essential." Granted, these are words (essential self, the me), they are ways of using language and can't be taken too far. Yet isn't there some meaning in this disidentification? The "me" can be hurt. In fact the "me" experiences and says all sorts of things which are correct and which are wrong. If you are willing to make this distinction the "essential I" can only be inbliss, because it identifies with nothing (no-thing), not even bliss.
By the way, could you please "Message" or whatever it is called, my message-thing. Thanks.
marcella1
By the way, could you please "Message" or whatever it is called, my message-thing. Thanks.
marcella1
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Re: Fiction
Anonymous
6th Jul 2013 10:52pm
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Re: Fiction
16th Mar 2014 3:21pm
I still read you
for no other reason
but for your brevity
that deeps in gravity
in stillness
the silent earth
quivers
for no other reason
but for your brevity
that deeps in gravity
in stillness
the silent earth
quivers
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