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Your World
Contributed by
Eve
on
Friday, 6th February 2004 @ 11:02:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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I slap myself as I remind myself
This is your life, this is your world.
Still, don't think you're someone else
Open your wings and let them unfurl.
I can't change what you see
But I can show you a larger picture.
But if you care to ignore me
I can't change your fixture.
You're not trapped here
Only stuck for a time.
Just don't let them see your fear
Or hear me tell you the rhyme.
I can get you out of this muck
Take my hand and I'll pull you out.
Remember not to count on luck
Or let Fate sight your doubt.
After you're free let your body run
Get away before they know.
Flee with the dying light of the sun
I'll be here next time you sink so low.
Copyright ©
Eve
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2004-02-06 23:02:07] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Your World
(User Rating: 1 ) by TheSpiritx on
Friday, 6th February 2004 @ 11:14:20 PM AEST (User
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Yeah... everyone's got their own style. I have a lot of recurring habits that show up in my poetry, but I rather appreciate them as a trademark of my work.
Anyway, I like this poem. Being there for someone is uplifting and a worthwhile experience. It's wonderful to know that you're there to help out, which can give you a good feeling inside, and it's wonderful to know that someone is there to help you out, as well.
Thx for posting :> |
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Re: Your World
(User Rating: 1 ) by Vitreous_Soul on
Saturday, 7th February 2004 @ 05:04:03 AM AEST (User
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This poem really speaks to me on a personal level, and deeply so. I thoroughly love it. You always have written poems that hold a lot of meaning for me, Eve.
Oh, and I must have a different strain of what you have, 'cause I do a pretty good sized number of six-stanza poems!
Keep writing or be demoted to four-stanzas,
-V.S. |
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