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concrete |
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with the death of the leaves |
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gwen |
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untitled |
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its good for me |
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ode to my husband |
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procrastination |
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The Easy Way Out |
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identity |
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Scars |
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The flight of the shredded butterfly |
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just because |
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Her Hymn |
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plastics make it possible |
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pressing business at the dry cleaners |
identity
can you sum of yourself in 5 words or less?
Are you a piece of the puzzle that without you the world would be incomplete?
Are you a useless piece of a larger stable machine?
Are you your parent's parents?,an intricate part of history?
Are you the creator of your very own human? the key to future generations?
Are you the sum total of your interests and hobbies?
Are you a piece of always rotting compost later to be dug up and scrutinized?
Are you your occupation? Is this your contribution to this life?
Are you merely flesh and bone or do you have a soul? fate? and importance in the scheme of things?
Are you special?
or are you the same creature as those that lived before you and after you?
in a dance of jubilation, a breeze moves years, a solemn seed is restoration, solid roots in patient contemplation.
Fertile and differing tomorrow, from yesterday will borrow, lessons of success and sorrow to withstand inevitable perilous fate, its never to late.
To try and understand, hate will shift our land, when all anyone needed to begin, was to live within, to love within, to outstretch a hand, towards the foreign soil and sand, the slave, the queen, the American, the starving child or man.
When I ask you who you are what answer will you give me, will you tell me of your country?
Who are you?
| On July 22nd 2007 worldlywise261 Said : | |
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wow lovely, everyone tries to explore who they are in life. i love your poem =] |
| On June 1st 2007 500nets Said : | |
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all of the above |
| On May 21st 2007 neomud Said : | |
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you are NOT your f*ing khakis. I think I'll open up a hardware store in your name. I'll sell shovels. Then everyone else can dig this poem as much as I do. I love open questions that reveal our inner natures. I like asking them. I like answering them. So... What choices do you have? |
| On May 20th 2007 deadpoet Said : | |
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[i dont get it, i put way more than that in the other comment] anyways, that was my favorite part. im not a big fan of off rhyming though this poem was still good. [i dont feel like typing the rest i had said] |
| On May 20th 2007 deadpoet Said : | |
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"To try and understand, hate will shift our land, when all anyone needed to begin, was to live within, to love within, to outstretch a hand, towards the foreign soil and sand, the slave, the queen, the American, the starving child or man." |
| On May 20th 2007 ausjo Said : | |
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Like it. Works as retorhic or not. |


