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bad return, same disaster

SoundSound Posts: 579
edited October 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I never was much of a poet
i never was so much
I mostly joke and play
with my incapacity to touch

I seek your smile and your trust
i thought you would like my words
but your ears are ruff
and my mind is a blind sord

So i come back here
pretending to know your english
pretending to rhime
pretending this is a good finish
It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

Jim Carrol
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  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Awww, Sound! Don't be so hard on yourself! English isn't your first language--SO WHAT!!! You just do the best you can and don't worry about that. :) It's nice to see a post from you on here! Thanks for sharing and don't be shy, shoot, post in your native tongue, I'm sure some people on here will understand. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    And you have been "gone" for some time, now, eh?

    It is good to see you around :)

    Rachel
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