I am a blind baby bird with wings spread wide,
I'm the song people sing when they leave the store,
humming it inside.
I am groundhog's day, always six more weeks of winter with a hint of spring.
I am all or nothing, with soft eyes and hard cheekbones.
I'm a whisper in a concert and a scream in a crowded cathedral.
I am the process of overcoming fear,
the feeling of being almost but not quite complete.
I am a mimic and an original.
I'm the breath that you hold when they blow smoke in your face,
and the veins inside me call to run faster
because they love the friction of my blood pulsing inside.
I am a poem that will never be published because it will never be finished.
But it will always try be good enough.
I'm the song people sing when they leave the store,
humming it inside.
I am groundhog's day, always six more weeks of winter with a hint of spring.
I am all or nothing, with soft eyes and hard cheekbones.
I'm a whisper in a concert and a scream in a crowded cathedral.
I am the process of overcoming fear,
the feeling of being almost but not quite complete.
I am a mimic and an original.
I'm the breath that you hold when they blow smoke in your face,
and the veins inside me call to run faster
because they love the friction of my blood pulsing inside.
I am a poem that will never be published because it will never be finished.
But it will always try be good enough.
- Last seen on Oct 30 4:59 PM. Member since June 10, 2008.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 132 comments.
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, and quote is "Not all who wander are lost". - I am a 20 year old person (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm psychoanalyzing myself and case studies that would bore the crap out of most people.
- I have 132 comments, 4 contests, 106 poems, 5 journals
My Poetry
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24 lines, October 30
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For many a year in a far away land,
a story was passed over lips and by hand,16 lines, 1 comment, September 28 -
23 lines, September 27
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Lovers have spent lifetimes singing songs and writing poems.
The smitten seem forever spouting sonnets, giving alms.43 lines, 3 comments, September 10
My journal entries
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I sat in the Housing office, missing my laptop desperately. I hated the curved, separated keyboard that was connected the the flat Dell screen. It had been a long day of training and emotional distress. After two hours of the phone with Becca, my closest friend since childhood, I mustered the necessary courage and s
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As I sat at the patio table of "Noodles and Co." with the man who should have been born my brother, I realized that I am still not immune to fear. I try, believe you me. "I just wonder how much I mean to him." "That comes with relationships you know." "Yeah, but I need to see the sensitive side!" I moaned. "ComeAugust 3, 400 words. → Make first comment?
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"Hello, can we talk to you about Jesus Christ?" said the blonde LDS missionary in a thick Swedish accent. His blue-eyed companion said nothing, but stood observing me and I knew that we would get along if he could ever get a word in. 1 "Dunno," I said, looking inside the apartment where my eggs and toast were awAugust 3, 300 words. → Make first comment?
Guest Book
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TabbyCat on May 11I'll be back to read more...It seems to me that you can do as much with rhyme as my other favorites can do with prose. I'm excited to read more.
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kareneisenlord : I enjoyed visiting your page tonight! on September 30, 2008Your poem 'Surrender' is amazing!
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zammy on August 23, 2008hey i just read ur profile and we sound weirdly similar!! i write poetry especially when im blindingly angry (the best rhymes come out then
), just thot id say hey and id love it if ud find the time to look thru some of my stuff too -
Utopian Evolution on August 14, 2008Thanks for the warm welcome darling, I'll most definitely check out some more of your works soon, t'was a great start with your latest one. Good day to you.
