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My Fingers
Contributed by
jyssvw
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Friday, 29th April 2005 @ 01:16:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I have become the words I write
My fingers choose the path
They write what they please
With no regards to me
On a canvas of white
They become artists
Sculpting their minds
In plain sight for all to see
With no regards to me
A lonely typewriter
As their accomplice
They move at random
Strokes of freedom
It is inspiration that lets them be
Still, with no regard to me
A clear bright day
The moon shone bright
My fingers can create eternity
Turn the sun into night
Give hope to a dying society
Sadly, with no regard to me
They can create love
Children, family, and a God above
My fingers could tell you a story
You would never believe
Bestow upon you glory
With no regard to me
So I sit intently
And give it me best try
I give into their words
Their request I can not deny
They are my cure, my sanity
One day, they will respect me
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jyssvw
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Re: My Fingers
(User Rating: 1 ) by glu1 on
Friday, 29th April 2005 @ 01:21:00 PM AEST (User
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Inspirational, what a great poem!
I love the line 'a lonley typewriter', brilliant metaphor |
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Re: My Fingers
(User Rating: 1 ) by stinger on
Friday, 29th April 2005 @ 02:21:48 PM AEST (User
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great poem! i think all poets can relate. |
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Re: My Fingers
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Friday, 29th April 2005 @ 07:49:52 PM AEST (User
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'One day they will respect me'
I think they already do....let it out...great read |
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