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Sometimes I feel more handicapped, mentally

Then rain man or your sisters cat

I feel like it's never good enough

And the only fact in which people
respond is, ugh... empathy

So on that note...

Lets get metaphorically naked

With wide-eyed stares

Collecting every ugly truth

While swallowing some sick sort of light

With your retinas

Where you never want to look

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©5 July 2014 - 4:52am — schmuckjones
20 July 2014 - 2:07pm — a.griffiths57
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    It is certainly an

 

 

It is certainly an opinion of water colour paintings. The real wishy washy ones I do not like myself; however the detailed one's can be quite interesting. I love plenty of colour especially pastel shades. Your poem made me think of my own opinion on art; and your poem is quite good.

 

 

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21 July 2014 - 2:28pm — schmuckjones
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Thank you

I suppose in it's most literal sense.  One could gather that.  As opposed to metaphorical, which is what I think when I read it back.  It's a struggle, struggle to find inspiration worth sharing.  Like Simon & Garfunkel's song Cecila.  Is it a song about a girl?  Or, is it about the Patroness of musicians?  Saint Cecilia.