It's all Perspective |
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That's correct, and thank you. Told you everything would work out. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
It's all Perspective |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
You Will Die |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Great Blue Sky |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Pen to Letters, Letters to Words, Words to Sentences, Sentences to Art |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
I'm smiling, |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
This one's not really a poem, but a draft for a song I'm writing. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Yay...I'm excited to see that you are still writing music. Does this mean we will be hearing the song soon...? |
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Ooh, sorry TS, I didn't see your reply. Thank you. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Wow, CB. That really was a bit depressing. Very moving. Honestly, it made me think. That was very awesome. I need to come around here more often. I don't read things that make me think the way your poem just made me think. Thanks for sharing. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
It made me think about how ignorant people can be, even the people who are closest to you. I mean, you could go to the other side of the world, save lives and do all sorts of life changing things... come back as a changed person and people are so wrapped up in their own personal lives they don't care to notice. They just smile and talk about themselves, don't bother asking about you. |
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Wow, that's an awesome way of thinking about it. Depressing, but awesome, just because it's a different perspective on the same thing. Cool; feel free to share your insights on any poem I post from here on out. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Thanks cloudwalker, glad you liked it. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Does it make me sophisticated, also, because I knew all the different eras of art? I've taken Art History and Intro to Graphic Design... so my art education is rather well-rounded. It really made me smile, though. Because it was indeed uplifting. This poem was really easy to interpretate for me. What a great feeling after the day I had. Thanks, again, for gracing us with your splendid talents! |
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Hey meggy. I'm glad you enjoyed it, and yes, it does make you sophisticated. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Haha, no way, I just love when people respond to my poems. It's interesting to see what they get out of it. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Alright, when I wrote that I was a little bit stoned. But here's the jist of it. Basically, the Spindle is a metaphor for the balance of society, and how one little obstacle could make it topple. More specifically: |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Mmmmm, hungry hungry hippos. |
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Last edited by CoLd BlooDed; 09-18-2007 at 01:14 AM.
Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Hey Cold Blooded, |
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Brothers & Sisters in Dreams
Hey, thanks a lot man. I'm glad you enjoy them. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
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