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So many people I know are trying to find their place.
I have just been put in mine.
I prefer to keep looking.
Strike that. I disagree.
My place is where I am.
My place is who I am.
My place is what I choose.
My place is fluid.
Fuck You.
You lack the credentials.
I have just been put in mine.
I prefer to keep looking.
Strike that. I disagree.
My place is where I am.
My place is who I am.
My place is what I choose.
My place is fluid.
Fuck You.
You lack the credentials.
If there was a chair in which I could comprehend, I would stand always and embrace the path
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A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
i think i am adopting this as my personal mantra. hope you don't mind.
quite well said.
thanks for that.
Let's just breathe...
I am myself like you somehow
I wanna be a fighter like your poem when people try to put me in the place "they" want me to be in.
Mantra away...just don't beat anybody up while you're meditating
Then I'd say I've done my job!
(you're right - I reckon the peoms I take personally are the best ones )
To me, "Strike that..." is the turning point of the poem; it's like Popeye eating spinach--now I'm mad. I'm glad you picked up on that. I was worried that that line was too dependant on emphasis as read out loud.
Hell F****** yeah!!
or maybe they're jus masculine.......rage.....how attractive.....who wants a nice guy......no gril that I know......even my sister Erin, turned down this guy cos he was too nice......am I getting the bug again......for those dark guys?......anyway......I want rage and anger and lack of control.......I want fights........anger is great!!!!!
ok, now you're turning me on.
kiss me....hit me.....
kiss me hit me.....
kissmehitme.....
geh...guh...uh, ah!!!
Whooo!
write me a poem.....about anger
I jus like dark guys......ya know the ones that can't figure stuff out.....and get a bit mad....(hheheheheh......you know what I'm talking about)
but mostly I like intelligent guys with a lot of emotions which confuse them.....etc
i'm looking for my power now, its getting here...slowly but surely. the biggest power and the hardest one to come by (for me) is WILL power. i feel like i'm in training. but that's ok...always good to learn something new. and i'm learning other things while i'm at it too. and its keeping my mind focused. the things you can learn to do with a focused mind...woooo.
it wasn't the change i expected for this year, but its not a bad one.
why do i ramble in the mornings.
anyway...i'm borrowing your *mantra* as well.
thank you.
But then You make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what You got
When all You've got is hurt
----
Underneath this smile lies everything
All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
(keep in mind I just wrote this on the spot) This is about yesterday's anger:
I cried last night
And I don't know why
I smiled last night
While the sun didn't shine
I reached out last night
And I flailed about
I dove deep last night
And my soul popped out
we have small weaknesses
and great qualities
we are striving to reach each other
and to come together
and we really do connect so many times
in small acts and petty crimes
and in prose, music, art and rhymes
why should we not love
ourselves
we are all we have
we teach each other lessons
and our tendrils are so long
I wonder what it takes for me
to feel like I belong
Brrr...(that's the shiver down my spine)
and my soul popped out.....I jus wonder where my soul is? I try to protect it.....but ya know......I'm better when my soul is naked......ya know.....jus like.....I can't hide who I am......I need to remember that a lot of people hide who they are.....and I love that!!!
'Tis my only hope--
This paper and pen--
to get across
where my soul has been
Tingle, Tingle, Tingle-
my brain with my soul begins to mingle.
Inside the movie begins to play,
but outside I wait-
it's here I want to stay.
Perhaps I'll just peek inside and listen, though,
or catch a glimpse-
a preview of what's in stowe.
And it is that which I desperately try to reveal:
the very thing that most try to conceal.
But my failures-
each more grandiose than the last-
commit me further and further
into their grasp.
Until soon I will be no more than a whisper:
a sad, old, delusional mister.
But always I remember the glimpses I am given
and the glorious revelation
that wells up from within.
I shiver a shiver not made of cold,
but from a touch so many centuries old.
And I felt as though I would explode!
And I felt as though I would explode!