An Unfinished LifeA Poem by Rambling ProseMovie Madness/slam poetry
Born in the garden state during Springtime in a small town. Season’s last blizzard... A raging bull, A black Friday, At daybreak.
Grew up Chasing dreams…
Dreams bigger than the sky, Wound up with a bitter moon. Neither stardust nor stardom, No days of thunder—
Just my luck...
Living in a state of grace, Dazed and confused. Waiting for happiness, Losing it—
Waiting… If I could have chosen my place in this world to live, I'd be an American in In its stead...I enjoy Breakfast at Tiffanys—
Not really… Adrift in Somewhere between The agony and the ecstasy, Living it up amongst friends.
The lonely lady Addicted to love. When will I be loved?
Love me if you dare...
My life is a silent movie, Spoken with a silent tongue. No signs of life,
Say anything! whisper...
If I only knew How Stella got her groove back… Who knows what dreams may come? What lurks around the bend?
"Live free or die hard" That’s what they say...
A life less ordinary, Just live and let live. Life is beautiful— Smile.
Still breathing, It’s still life…
My main focus is staying alive… I’ll most likely die having lived An unfinished life...
Won’t we all? No sense in playing the crying game— Big girls don’t cry, right? Place a black rose on my grave—
Time to leave…
… Lady Vanishes Gone with the wind…
© 2008 Rambling ProseAuthor's Note
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11 Reviews Added on May 20, 2008 Last Updated on May 25, 2008 AuthorRambling ProseNew YorkAboutI'm hidden amongst the rambling rose, entwined within my rambling proseplease beware of the thorns. I'm a budding new writer who hasn't got a clue. I love words, but only know a few. I'm.. more..Writing
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