Open Poetry #49 |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk ![]() |
I have caught imaginations tongue and found myself wanting. How is it that i do not feel-- in the intensities others feel. You know they say you've hurt me with your emotionless. What is it like to give a damn when I do, but cannot break beyond the surface. What I mean is my emotions do not connect with my expressions, if i smile they see it as a grin and ask "what the hell are you smirking at!". I'm just trying to be comfortable, trying to laugh at nothing serious-- trying to interact without been judged upon the state of my wordings, I just want to be able to say anything I want without it been turned into a mistake... I mean I know they say if they are that bad just let loose and let them float away. But it seems to happen with everyone, everyone. Though I feel like I've done something wrong, i'm a big disappointment, i'm the wrong side of right-- I stay because there is something in them I see, and only wish I had that sameness. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
There is so much to ponder and identify with. The sense of wanting to belong and stay true to yourself is a fine line. Excellent poem on so many levels. |
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Ari Squire Member Posts 488 In The Phallus Lane |
quote:You're different than anyone else. We're all different. That's why. Non-conformists fight against the status quo, but we're naturally different until we allow ourselves to be herded into a 'pen'. Thrive and rejoice in your independence. There's nothing to take too serious if it upsets your thinking. Doctor's orders. Loving Linny Jean is poetry. |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
You write beautifully of paranoia with a beautiful naivety. |
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DaysofView Member
since 2014-04-01
Posts 433Just A Slice Of The Pie |
I hope all is better for you and your friends now than when you wrote this. I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather...not like the passengers screaming in the back of his car. |
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