My mind, inhabited by thoughts of love,
Daring to escape in the form of passion,
My thoughts revealed to everyone around me,
Dexterity, what I need most.
My body, cloaked from the world,
Physique veiled from plain-eyed view,
Hiding behind a shaggy burlap sack,
Allure, what I lack.
My spirit, homely and encased in sorrow,
Happiness lacking, grotesquely fulfilled,
Walking on water, unapproachable dream,
Spontaneity, my better half.
Copyright © 2007
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Tuesday, August 7, 2007
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4 comments:
Are you sure you're only 14? That poem is very mature for 14. I think you have a lot of promise. I don't usually browse thru blogs....but I was bored today, and came upon yours. Very nice.
I'm actually 13, turning 14 in October, though.
Thank You for your comment, it's much appreciated. :)
If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?
-Mariah-
Omg!! You are sooo talented! I hope to be like u wen i get older. i'm 10 and a very good writer/poet for my age. Not good as u!
Great poems!!!
well my lady i must say this IS a very pome mature for someone of your age....you wroet this at 13?? TALENTED no GIFTED yes.
i myslef am a poet a very good one at that not to brag or anything....but ive been featured at a few cafes and black houses,but thats not the point my point is that you have beautiful mind and you should keep up the good work....you could end up doing alot of good. with words such as yours
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