Open Poetry #42 |
My Secret. |
xTr3m3sT Member
since 2008-03-03
Posts 415 |
Prestigious words form abstractly from the golden tip of my pen while the text glows raidently showing golden meaning again. Florescent ability is nothing new to the eyes of all who conceive me they say it's the only thing I hold true but it is something I fail to see. My soul is affected by alienated affairs that are outside of my control my being is affect by those who don't care and my mind is on constant patrol. Looking for the bad things to happen rather then the things that are good these thoughts steer me to this depression and my mind has never understood. Why I ended up the way I am and who I will end up being am I just a pawn, am I just a lamb? does my life have any meaning? So with these thoughts, I say this with promise This eternal battle I fought, has left me being dishonest. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Angel, What “GASP”—dishonest? Oh, I can’t believe that. Give all that stuff back, and you’ll feel better. I like the way you have written this. It’s good work. Bobby |
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xTr3m3sT Member
since 2008-03-03
Posts 415 |
Thanks Bobby, :] |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Enjoyed! ARCTIC WIND |
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shyvl Senior Member
since 2008-04-11
Posts 531texas, usa |
I don't think you can be dishonest when you write from the heart. Your poetry is work to be proud of. sharyn |
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