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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL 
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Body of Message: A sigh I tried They do not see. Words my talent, They do not care. A gift I have, But they don't know, The depth The treasures They have no interest. For years I wrote, Made my heart bleed. To touch them, To show them, A way to my thoughts. One poem I left, Before my death, One poem, It started, "Family dearest, read this." Same as before, I'll never hear, The verdict the choice, It renders to their ears. So my talent wasted, Once again looked over. Lost I am to the purpose, Of finding families acceptance, Talent wasted and washed away, Failed against their dissapproval. What purpose have I now? |
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Haskins Member
since 1999-06-26
Posts 85Dallas, TX |
I understand the feelings you are trying to convey. The feeling of isolation can be haunted with feelings of futility. I hope that this is more of a catalyst for you than a dead-end. It is a necessary experience, but not all can accept it and move on. I'm interested to see the poem that you wrote right after this one. ------------------ William Haskins http://www.ionstorm.com/public/haskins/inner_sanctum.htm |
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Mr_Squint Junior Member
since 1999-06-27
Posts 17Bankstown, New South Wales, Australia |
VERY impressive Temptress -> I like your work and the way that it is all set out => I especially like the topic of this poem ~> Do continue to write more, I believe that you will succeed in creating many many more master pieces!!! ------------------ A mailman was mailing mailmen to other mailmen so these mailmen could mail these mailmen in a mail truck that didn't mail mail but mailed men!!! |
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