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Post by sim on May 8, 2008 19:28:52 GMT -5
Being me, is not who i want to be. Being me is who I am
In the slum of life i dwell upon the earth, and roam the streets of lonliness, Illusions of piece is a mirage of my mind, that only a crow can find.
Humanity grows out of control, As i struggle to catchup to the footprints of the leader. With only rain behind me I see darkness ahead, And the echoes of my voice from the shadows.
Being me is not who i want to be, Being me is who I am
Author: Sim (just made that up)
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Post by misty on May 8, 2008 19:36:27 GMT -5
I love that poem, Sim. I mean its very sad, but you worded it quite perfectly. You have real talent there.
I'm sorry you're so sad Sim. I wish I could come over & help you out.
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Post by jj on May 8, 2008 20:01:51 GMT -5
Hi Sim,
That is a sad poem. I always like your poems because of your talent of expressing things. But I'm sad for you that you feel that way.
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Post by squirrelgirl on May 8, 2008 20:09:31 GMT -5
Very touching. You are quite talented.
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Post by charliegirl on May 8, 2008 21:29:11 GMT -5
You are so talented in so many areas, Sim. Thats a beautiful, expressive poem. Have you considered trying to get your poems published?
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Post by misty on May 8, 2008 22:13:13 GMT -5
Sim, didn't you post a link to some published poems ages ago? I could swear you did but I've been searching through the old posts & I just cannot find it.
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Post by sim on May 9, 2008 8:54:58 GMT -5
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Post by misty on May 9, 2008 13:02:00 GMT -5
Thanks! I knew you had! I love reading your poetry.
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