The SameA Poem by J.P.O.etShe takes out her pack and lights a cigarette as we sit on the cliffs watching the ocean.
I take a drag, hand it back, it seems surreal like a vignette. "I'm done with all these ifs", she says. My mind is in commotion.
"But what of giving in and giving back, of getting through this life beset by those with fake motives and painted on emotions."
"What is said is said, cut me some slack, your beliefs and love are your assets," as if this reality is our tariff for allowing this unending corrosion.
"What's done is done, it don't mean jack so take your preaching to the pulpit," and she didn't have a care if it led to humanity's erosion.
"It stays the same, changes we lack.", she mouths as I look out on the tidal ocean. "But how could it stay the same?" I ask, "when this world is filled with so much motion."
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11 Reviews Added on March 21, 2008 Last Updated on March 21, 2008 AuthorJ.P.O.etRIAboutI am 30 years old from the Ocean State Seeking to learn and share and have constructive, creative discourse with others who have opinions and ideas. I believe in a theory of evolution which is cente.. more..Writing
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