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After tossing and turning for an hour or so,
I appeared in an empty apartment.
Inspired.
Running for the door.
I expected to be jerked back again by the chains attached to my ankles
and hurled into permission slips and chaperones.

Instead,
I bolted through the door.
And entered the bustling city streets
without a tour guide.

I began to drive.
Fly.
In my new car with the pavement rushing beneath my legs.
Eyes closed.
This world was promising
like the first five snowflakes on Sunday nights.
I was happy
like best friends and Chinese food.

And I was invisible
when I went grocery shopping and bought the apples that I like.
On the way home, I stopped at the playground,
just like I always wanted,
to sit on the swings
where the best air is grown.
Watch the sunset smile.

That is until the lights turn red.
And I am forced to crawl out of bed again.





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Do you see what I'm trying to say? Let me know. If you don't get any deeper message then just reveal if you like it...or not. I'm trying to figure out if I should take this whole writing thing seriously.
Thanks.

I loved it! It speaks out of remembrance and love for the simple things that one might've done with friends. A dream of some past time or something that you wished had've happened. Familiarity is abundant in this piece, and it had a perfect poetic ending. Props on it

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"May truth be my sword, courage, my shield, and may love guide them both."
Motto of the Britannian Royal Guarde
~Govannon Mac Lyr of Chessapeake, Ultima Online

Hey, thanks man! Thats a great compliment. You made me smile. : - )

Very interesting..........

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Ishrat Noor Khan

Very interesting?
What do you mean?

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Always, Turtle

wonderfully innocent. it's definitely good enough to pursue it, but you seem overly concerned with what other people think about your work. i've been there. the only remedy is to press ahead and do it; write and keep writing, even if most of it isn't any good. hemmingway said he got one page of good stuff for every 90 pages of garbage. it is a good poem.