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Suffering

August 12, 2011
By MaggieElaine GOLD, Los Alamos, California
MaggieElaine GOLD, Los Alamos, California
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Favorite Quote:
"As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.
And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time." - Bright Eyes


Like the window to my soul
She is there
Looking into me.
She says:
Suffering is a part of it.
Her breath like her words
Are smothering me.
She says:
Like the rain
Suffering will come
And after
There will be a calmness,
A clean calm.
With hands as cold and as white as the mountain snow.
Touching your eyes
Holding them down.
She says:
Without suffering,
There is always a blindness.



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on Aug. 16 2011 at 8:52 pm
MaggieElaine GOLD, Los Alamos, California
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Favorite Quote:
"As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.
And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time." - Bright Eyes

Thanks! :)

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on Aug. 16 2011 at 12:29 pm
A_____, Columbus, Ohio
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Great last line!