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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358222" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Collage</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rain is falling and I hear more than I care to- while I am<br>Seated upon the floor, tearing paper to pieces-<br>Randomly pasting beside cut outs onto cardboard, <br>Zebras and kangaroos are hiding<br>Behind a group of ballerinas while<br>Two Kenyan woman are quantum jumping? <br>Irish church towers casting shadows<br>Upon a garden of daffodils and<br>Eyes are everywhere, staring from the paper<br>Into my own eyes- trying to understand me-<br>Rain is falling upon the rooftop and I hear voices singing death dirges, <br>Tragic tunes from which there are no escaping.<br>Magazine cutouts and torn newspaper pieces I glue randomly onto cardboard-<br>My thoughts are running wild as a caged raccoon.<br>Through my eyes I see a world out there beyond comprehension<br>As rain splashes rhythmically upon the sidewalk outside, <br>Voices inside my mind threaten ill fate, while<br>The light that once shone upon sallow colored walls has just burnt out.<br>All I can see now is that piece of cardboard with<br>Cut out and torn pictures and writing pasted in total disarray-<br>I paint bright colors over them, trying to demolish all of the pain they represent-<br>But no amount of paint would obliterate the anger that is ripping at my gut.<br>I was born with a face that is clear of expression and a body that has been well cared for- <br>But if one were to open the door to my mind they would find much anger and despair-<br>Eyes are all about me looking into mine and I cannot escape-<br>The rain is falling harder now and I keep tearing paper-<br>Shadows are cast upon yellowed walls and I keep painting torn paper and images.<br>My thoughts are screaming to be released-<br>More than those of zebras and kangaroos hiding behind ballerinas dancing-<br>Or of Kenyan women quantum jumping- or even more than<br>The clashing pieces of paper and magazine pictures could ever express-<br>I am falling, falling and falling into a trap- and <br>There is no outlet for me from which to escape from this delusional world<br>As so many have called it and I just continue painting bright colors onto cardboard and<br>Pasting photographs and torn newspaper hoping that one morning<br>When I awaken and open my eyes there will be <br>Beautiful pictures upon freshly painted walls-<br>Pictures that have a theme and a purpose: Then the rain will have stopped falling and<br>My eyes shall be opened to a world I can understand, the door to my mind <br>Shall opened as well, so my thoughts can be released to a world that <br>With all hope can finally understand me-</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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Seated upon the floor, tearing paper to pieces-
Randomly pasting beside cut outs onto cardboard, 
Zebras and kangaroos are hiding
Behind a group of ballerinas while
Two Kenyan woman are qu..."></div>
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