I am a blank canvas
paint me,
bring me
to colours, of deepest hue
let me cry without tears
love without words.
I am an autumn day
walk with me,
sing to me
of songs that were sung
before people could speak,
just dance.
I am ice.
The shadow of ice,
the shadow of something
that's something else.
In a different light
I am:
heat,
emanating from your eyes
I am:
touch,
at the tip of your tongue
I am:
the taste,
of blind love searched for
by blind fingers
I am:
the smell,
of nothing but wet roses
after a storm
I am the storm:
bold, shattering, breaking, writhing,
shaking, hurting, folding, flowing,
screaming, crying, lighting, breathing,
living, loving, hating, killing, dying.
I am:
an echo.
A repetition of the words I used to know,
a ghost of words that used to have a meaning.
Until I said them too loud,
too many times
an echo, an echo
saying:
I am
what I am,
what I am,
what I am,
what I am...
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not sure what i think of this one, i like it.
it is about me after all^-^
Written November 5th, 2006
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this is also awesome.
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yeah it does doesnt it ^_^ i like that, ive been listening to wheatus alot lately actualy
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The end reminds me of Wheatus.
Love you. -
This is such a brilliant poem. You have no idea how much I love reading this.
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Very good poem. I like the structure; You kept to the topic and theme but you changed up the layout so it didn't become tedious. The wording was great as well.
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