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Pen to Paper

Contributed by jt on Friday, 4th June 2004 @ 12:42:56 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

This is the time I like the most
Alone with pen to paper
To release the hurt and pain inside
From life, the mental raper

Feeling sorry for paths left behind
Paths that were never taken
Paths that would have led somewhere else
Paths that were often mistaken

A different life? A new beginning?
We want what we haven’t achieved
Want to turn back the hands of time
But cant, yet we still wont believe

This cannot be it for me or my time
A crossroad is reached every day
But to keep all the bastards round happy
I must choose very carefully the way

Its the pressure of life, no,
the pressure of people
That keep us from being ourselves
Like a tin of food in a supermarket
Human beans lined up on the shelf

But where would I be and who would I be
If Id taken the path least used
So I sit here alone, by myself and just think
As from life my mind just gets abused.....

Copyright Â© jt ... [ 2004-06-04 00:42:56]
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Re: Pen to Paper (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Friday, 4th June 2004 @ 01:10:37 AM AEST
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aWWWWWWWBUT YOU ARE WRONG jT
For you are a very serious young man, thinking all the time......never worry about the time you spend with pen on your paper.....your poetry is magnificent! Makes my mind stand up to attention. I'm so glad you have this wonderful out let........never worry about which path you take or won't take.....you're a thinker.....and even if you take the one least traveled......you'll find your way!
I must Bravo again JT....this was a great poem!
WELCOME ALSO TO YPDC We will love you a lot here, and you'll be glad you joined us. We are certainly happy to have you aboard too!
Poetic hugs
consue
Keep up the wonderful writes

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