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 Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:48 pm
Reality
I read to escape reality, for my reality is insensitive and uncaring.
Only a lost few are the ones who cared, however they may never come back.
For those few have had their reality stripped and replaced by something harsher.
This is my reality that I cannot face any longer.
So this is why I read to escape my reality, and live in the ones created by the
Authors of my books.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 6:00 pm
not bad maybe one of these days i will post my poetry =D
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 6:05 pm
akangel94 not bad maybe one of these days i will post my poetry =D thnx alot really heart
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 6:05 pm
meremortal akangel94 not bad maybe one of these days i will post my poetry =D thnx alot really heart yw =D
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 6:06 pm
Inside
The me inside, is what few ever see.
The me inside is, wild and free.
The me inside is, turned away by the outside look.
The me inside is, not lightly to be took.
The me inside is, understood wrong when expressed.
The me inside is, dimmed in the light but flourishes in the dark.
The me inside is, should not be measured by a mark.
The me inside, rarely gets out.
The me inside, just wants to shout.
The me inside, was bottled up for too long.
This is the me inside, expressing itself.
This is how I shout.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 12:42 am
I like the first poem. It's almost a prose poem, very free in form yet elegant 3nodding
I'm not sure about the second though. It's a personal opinion, but I don't like that sort of rhyme scheme. I find it limiting, but of course if you are attracted to the form that is your business as a poet and it is none of mine to say whether that's right or wrong. 3nodding
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Your_NewLunarDoll Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 12:54 pm
Every day is the same
In and out
There and back
Always standing in the background
Round and round we go never getting to show
Show who we really are
Are we the ones who dare, yes.
Yes. But no one dares to look.
Look for what they fear to find.
Find in the many colors in the background.
Round and round they go being outshined by the picture.
A picture not nearly as bright as it shines.
Shining above the over looked details in the background.
Round and round we go.
Never getting to be as bright as we can be.
Being dimmed by the picture constantly.
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