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Alone
Contributed by
BleedingMascara
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Thursday, 29th December 2005 @ 12:42:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I shout.
Nobody hears me.
I sit on the park bench for hours.
Nobody sees me.
I feel as if time is moving so slow.
I watch as tens of people pass me without a single glance.
I cry, alone.
My broken heart wishing to be put back together.
I am a ghost to my own world.
A ghost that goes unseen.
A ghost that goes unheard.
Copyright ©2005 Michaela Claire Junius
Copyright ©
BleedingMascara
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Re: Alone
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by marie on
Thursday, 29th December 2005 @ 01:00:41 PM AEST
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| beautiful write. i know the feeling. keep it up. :-) |
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Re: Alone
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by ArsenicMyst on
Thursday, 29th December 2005 @ 02:11:23 PM AEST
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whelll i just had to sign on
in order to comment on your poem
i would vote your first poem here
as "the best poem of the day" ...
why?
because it is so brilliantly simple,
articulate, meaningful and real ...
especially in this, today's world,
controlled and occupied by the mass media
of superficiality and technology,
of political, economic, religious and social self-indulgence.
your amazing poem does not stoop to, nor resorts to,
the "metaphoria" of inner demons, wrist cuttings,
suicide, or to other self-serving emotive inflictions and destruction
it is also not the helpless self-pityings by most poets,
lost to their own soulful yearnings and spiritual emptiness.
nor is it the type of fatuous romantic simperings
of many idealistic writers, like myself.
it is neither clever in its structure and style,
or haughty in its attempt to seek newer juxtapositions and
symbolisms of the outmoded thoreau-dickinson-idyllic purist types.
yea ... do keep it up!
claps for anarchy
*.¸¸.·´*Arsenic
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Re: Alone
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by Packatack on
Thursday, 29th December 2005 @ 06:25:24 PM AEST
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| sometimes when u shout, ppl jes' look at you funny n ignore u, n then makes u feel even more lonely......been there but someday someone will come by n say the right words..... |
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