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cstamand Junior Member
since 1999-10-10
Posts 13Huntsville, AL, US |
Feelings I am good, yet I am evil I can see, yet I am blind I can hear, Yet I am deaf I can breath, talk, sleep and eat I am good and evil I am smart and stupid What is stupid? Just a word to make you feel better about yourselves While I am taking blow by blow; each one hurts and stings worse than the last, Like a red hot poker hock being jammed into my heart. Like the burning flame of the day, and the freezing cold mist of the night the teachers just watch a Child start to burn with fire, and watch the tears drip from my eyes causing the fire and wetness to make smoke which no one can see or breathe but me. It clogs my lungs not even caring when I am trembling inward and out. From the shock of fear I swallow, making sounds, and they tell me I should go to the dog pound, for I to them looked like a dog, acted like a dog, and even breathed like a dog. And I guess the teacher thought I was a dog, but I really wasn’t. I was like a flower, But to live a flower needs sun , water, and some care. Without it, it will die, and even if you catch it before it dies, when its cut to the stem, But if it lives it will never glow and be bright and full of light. Yet, I am not a flower or a dog, I am a person, I walk the planet as a zombie. I walk, talk, and breathe, but I am still half-dead. I can breathe and have all the feelings, But I’ve been scared from my lungs to my heart, to the shakiness of my skin, For I am alive, but I am really dead. ------------------ Crystal St. Amand |
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Deep Blue Me Member
since 1999-11-04
Posts 396By a big lake |
Unread? Come on people! Crystal, thank you for sharing this. I don't know if you're still around but this is. Nice job here in describing a lot of the same things so many of us have been through. We should all be able to relate at least a little to this assay on C's personal worth. DB ------------------ He grew away from old associations and saw something new in life and humanity. Secondarily, he made close acquaintance with phenomena which he had before known but darkly - the seasons in their moods, morning and evening, night and noon, winds in their different tempers, trees, waters and mists, shades and silences, and the voices of inanimate things. ========Thomas Hardy===== |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Very well done! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
Like the burning flame of day!! Now Miss Crystal Lee are you ready for Prose yet? I indeed think so LOL.....Loved this Jenny  ------------------ Love is an attempt at penetrating another being,But it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual. |
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