Isn't it funny how life turns out?
To simply hold you up,
allowing you to feel as if
you're somewhere near freedom,
then when you trip and fall,
to shove itself in your face
and remind you that
your only a little part
of that thing called life.
Spinning around in illusions,
pulling us here and there
on strings of obligations,
that we ignore in the first place,
then forget that we're attached to them
and get tangled up in their worries.
We dance a lifeless dance
with imagined partners
from stories that we wish were ours
but know will never be.
Dresses trail down our sides
hanging like dreams and desires
that we once had and then forgot
when we left the innocence of our youth.
This life that mocks us
but gives us our blessing
by a God of eternal lasting
Will we ever know where to find our place?
we'll only find out
at the bottom of wishing well...
Author notes
Ok, this was really strange, i just started to rtamble on and on, then forgot what I was doing in the first place and this wwas hte result. I don't even know if it can be considered a poem. WHat the **.
Written November 18th, 2005
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good job, i can somewhat relate to this, but wether or not i can relate or that u tried or not, it's still a good poem, good job(6_6)
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cute
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Wowser.
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I like that poem! Steph you write well. You draw great! Keep on going......and going and going and going....sorry feeling hyper....
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Thanx, gorgeous! that was one of my fave lines too, and it has a sort special meaning for me... anyways, thanx for the comment!
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man! just another poem to me that makes no sense, but sounds so amazingly beautiful!!! i hate it when that happens... i love the words and everything though. i like the part: "we dance a lifeless dance with imagined partners" even though i have no idea wut that means... good write!
Gorgeous
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Yup, pretty rambly, but not disagreeable :-)
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