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Staring at these worn hands, he sees his life and where it began..

Bright-eyed boy chasing a bright-eyed girl, world without a care, not a care in the world.

Time closes his eyes for quick relief and all of that passes.
The memory of a moment that holds a lifetime upon the center of its hand.

Things change.. and old cats find their way home sometimes.

He does alright for himself, though the past is all that passes before his eyes at every waking moment.

And when he sleeps..
Time opens his eyes..
For another..
Few..
Moments.

  • Member since August 4, 2007.
  • My mood is , and quote is "Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.. -Mark Strand".
  • I am a guy from Michigan (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm Thinking, and then using those thoughts for writing..
  • I have 103 comments, 35 archived poems

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  • ACpoetry : Renji on July 22, 2009
    I seriously miss your company on this site. You are a great poet, and you probably have one of the most extensive vocabularies than anyone else I had become acquainted with.
    In all honesty, it is a pleasure to know you.

    Regards,
    - A.C.

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  • on Ink Stains On My Fingertips by Renji, on June 6, 2009

    You, and others..

    are the ink well
    And thank you for your flattery of my form.
    It's one of my favorites to use, so I use it sparingly.

    This little write of mine is meant to be open-ended, establishing a personal link with any sort of person.
    To let others understand my love for poetry, and how it can be found in all things. How you can escape the world with a few lines of print, and be whisked away to somewhere more familiar than reality itself. I threw in conflict, confusion, understanding and peace. All in hopes to stir something from my readers.

    I am very glad for your review, Brian.
    Thank you much.
    -Renji

  • on Revelation by Anonymous Tom, on May 8, 2009

    Mm..

    Your headline reeks of stereotypical rot, but I suppose I'll give it a shot from the other balcony.
    To someone whose life is packed into a tight bottle of hard glass, this poem has all they need.
    Your wordplay is fairly decent, but you switch on and off of past-tense quite a bit. Perhaps there is a reason?
    In honesty, you had to have known such a strong message would spark flames in your comments, but it is very well possible you had known that from the start and were prepared for it.
    In short, without the headline it is a nice bit for those that share your likes of religion.
    I could almost give Kudos, but cannot find the enthusiasm to.
    -Renji

    language: 3, rhythm: 1, subject: 1, tone: 1, form: 3.