Stupid is not an option,but will overlook ignorance. Ignorance was God's gift, to say it was better you did not know. Stupid was the devil's work,it said you knew but did it anyway. My gift to the world is my art. We hope you can understand the wisdom behind it. I think Poets are special people. Together I think we can teach others about the beauty from within. And to remind ourselves about the reflection of beauty given freely, to those who feel unloved. I am that i am just who i am.
- Last seen on Aug 23 8:27 PM. Member since January 25, 2007.
- I'm a peridot parrot poet for 39 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is The key to wisdom, Is Common Sense.
- I am a man from Texas (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Thinking.
- I am in the groups Psychology club
- I have 39 comments
My Poetry
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I Cry when it rains,for fear from above of so much pain40 lines, 7 comments, March 15, 2007
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Life is simple by nature,But to really live,that's a hell-of-a-dream. If you read it twice, it simply means that you're pay'n attention.30 lines, 6 comments, March 5, 2007
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jazman : Thank you on March 27, 2007I hope this message is on the right page. The mind is something that we need to keep in tact. This is more about your art. A sad story about affections that caused the life of two beautiful young people. Two people who never meet,yetone could not live without the other. We could not understand this at first because it made no sense,and things that dont make sense to me,I find trouble's me. But thanks for your explination about this story. when i read things i try to see beyound what appears to be. I envey your quest for knowledge as you grow. When i read poetry I look for what may appear to be something true,or perhaps someone reaching out for help. If my art can help you to focus,or center your life then I am pleased. much respect from the jazman
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TheShadowsOfBroken : Dropping a line on March 6, 2007I really like your poetry. It's something that I can feel as I read, maybe not even what you're feeling when you write it, but I feel it none-the-less. It also makes me think about things; things I've done, decisions I've made, or even those things that I haven't conquered yet. It's a good feeling, knowing that I'm aware, knowing that I actually care-it doesn't matter what I still care about...as long as I know I still do. Thanks for that.
About my poem "innocent bystander"--it's about a girl who feels like no one truly loves her and plain and simple just stops caring about life, since she thinks that she will always feel this empty. She then gets it over with, and then he, who had been in love with her, just never got the chance to say it-kills himself because he admired her from afar and can't live another day without her in his life, without seeing her face, her smile, the brilliance that surrounds her-he just decides it's not worth it. The dagger in his hand, his fate is the same as hers. It's one of those, "hope they get together in some sort of afterlife" things I guess.
Have a nice day and thanks for reading my poetry! I really appreciate it.
Peace and love.
