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The story of ME
Contributed by
MissTea
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Friday, 19th December 2003 @ 08:02:42 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I look out through the cold grey burglar bars into the presence of green lush creations. They call to me so loudly, to be innocent, pure, to be HOLY, but I ask...What is Holy? No reply.
I feel trapped in my Circular prison, confined to the comfort of my four dull walls. I feel small, I feel lonely, I feel like I need someone.
I long for this holiness but I long also for my sin. I want both, I almost need both. I want to be with you God, but I don't want to be normal! Expalin that, someone.
A cloud will never remain the same for longer than a minute. I see a rabbit then I see a dragon. I see a baby laughing, then I see a thousand deaths. I see smiles which change into tears. I see this all the time, but most of all I see it in my own reflection.
I long for someone to touch me. To reach beyond their comfort zone and step into a land of war. I want someone to feel my pain, anger and touch my tears and I want them to show me the way, Be with me night and day to guide me and teach me.
I draw close to you friend, maybe even telling you my griefs and hurts but when you step too close I push you away, pulling frantically to be free of that smile, that smile that knows my life, that smile that I could turn into a tear!
You look at me like a stranger, I don't blame you because you haven't yet met all my personalities. I hate those looks, the ones that look deep within your soul, the ones that almost wish to be a listener.
I hate them knowing , but I also love the attention. I hate their hugs but sometimes I long for them. I hate their laughter but many a time it's music to my ears. I even hate the crowd but where would i be without them?
Why do I always mess up people's lives? Why do I listen to their problems, give solutions but find none for myself?
Why do I love that which I should hate and why do I hate that which has first loved me??
Why, I ask, should I care?
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2003-12-19 08:02:42]
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Re: The story of ME
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by Chadene_Gillespie on
Friday, 19th December 2003 @ 10:25:33 AM AEST
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| This is a great write. All I can say is WOW!!!! Good job. |
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Re: The story of ME
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by jaeann on
Friday, 19th December 2003 @ 05:17:18 PM AEST
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| i hate them knowing................yes yes yes yes yes!!!!!!!!!! awesome piece of work here....you climbed inside and told........... |
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Re: The story of ME
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by Bizzy on
Saturday, 20th December 2003 @ 06:19:36 PM AEST
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'Be with me night and day to guide me and teach me." I find that only God can do that.
But He does give certain souls to comfort us and teach us, each in their bit of ability.
I think your poem is great, expresses the complexities of your identity. It relates to more of us than you might imagine!
Nice to meet you MissTea. Bizzy |
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