Sometimes I wonder if I am breathing the same air as everyone else.
Is everyone really this different from me?
Is anyone else the same?
Sometimes, I feel that the world around me is dead, and
I'm the only one left to pick up the pieces of the things
and lives forgotten.
Sometimes, when I look in the mirror the image in front of me does not seem real.
The eyes staring back at me are not my own,
but those of someone who has seen too much and heard too much of this life to feel anything at all.
Sometimes I hear what silence is,
but it never stays,
It's always taken over by the persistent pounding that envelopes my mind.
That won't let me think straight or feel straight.
It just twists things into incomprehensible shit I can't ever figure out.
Sometimes, you are in my life and sometimes you are not.
When you are I know why I care so much,
but that's only Sometimes.
L.MacNevin
Author notes
I am sure others have felt this way at some point in their life. Not a rhyming peice but one from my heart.
Written June 18th, 2003
A contest entry
- NO CRITERIA by jealousdominatrix.
250 points, ended June 26, 2003, 35 entries
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Hey thanx. for signing on my poem... It's good to know sum1 else understands... I like your writting... You show a lot of pashion for what you do! Keep up the writting! And I'll keep coming back to read! Byee
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Sometimes I wonder if I am breathing the same air as everyone else.
Is everyone really this different from me?
Is anyone else the same?
Sometimes, I feel that the world around me is dead, and
I'm the only one left to pick up the pieces of the things
and lives forgotten.
This i could totally relate to . ... . thank you for sharing. I lloved the way you expressed yourself through this poem and I really think you deserve a place in the top three. Honest to god I think this is one of your best poems as i have read through many of your work but this is just simply art. Thanks
Emma -
beliefs you think you understand, and thoughts you deem true, could all be figments of your imagination...a nice thought piece...expressive and revealing...good piece
peace
chris -
I understand you very well...
And words looks very nice in line...
And I don't need to tell...
That this write - just superfine...
sajonara
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