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penguin5 Junior Member
since 2006-05-16
Posts 21Washington |
A blade twisting through my gut You look so alive. With sweaty palms and shifty eyes I stumble over every syllable. How do you always look so calm? When I cannot keep from shaking. Are you hiding your ailments? No you don’t feel a thing do you. To you I am just a rock Inanimate, ugly, and dead. |
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stargal Senior Member
since 2006-03-06
Posts 1352OR USA |
"How do you always look so calm? When I cannot keep from shaking." This part, so very enjoyable and relatable. I always get the feeling that people are more in control than I am. It's hard to be ... I don't know, my mind isn't thinking! This was a great write though, I enjoyed reading this so much! Yet, the ending, well, just remember you're NOT a rock or, well, etc... You ARE talented writer though, I would ejoy to read more if you have more to post... Thanks a bunch for sharing, it was a pleasurable read  @-->--- |
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cherrys_rule Member
since 2006-03-18
Posts 442 |
HEy I like this poem, I really don't know why, but I do. Wierd huh |
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