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Lost
Contributed by
Wolfareen
on
Friday, 30th July 2004 @ 08:31:34 AM in AEST
Topic:
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They do not see me; how could they?
I cannot even find myself.
You can't save me,
I tripped and stumbled long ago.
As I fall headfirst off the shelf
A strangers taken up residence in my head,
blood red lips it laughs and taunts.
I cannot tell it to go away because it's me
So I curl up in the corner
And let it have what it wants.
Maybe in a dozen years or so,
I'll wake
Sleeping Beauty/Ugly
I'll dance away
And try find the me that I let someone else take.
Knock Knock
Who's there?
I am
I open the door and lose myself to me.
Copyright ©
Wolfareen
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2004-07-30 08:31:34]
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Re: Lost
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by lovespoetic0518 on
Friday, 30th July 2004 @ 09:33:55 AM AEST
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I like the style of this poem. Very good piece.
Kimberly :) |
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Re: Lost
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by ladyfawn on
Friday, 30th July 2004 @ 08:15:04 PM AEST
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interesting........ hugs n' love nessa
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Re: Lost
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by chefhmboyrd on
Wednesday, 18th May 2005 @ 09:28:59 AM AEST
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| finding ourselves is a great rite of passage that we can all celebrate. I like this one. |
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