Just another name on a list.
History has its lists.
I have my own.
Just another lost and forgotten soul.
History has its forgotten souls
I have my own.
My life is a walking book of vanishing persons.
A whispering book of splitting dirt roads
A picture of past memories.
And the file gets thicker.
It always does.
They wave their goodbyes as I board the train.
They thank their good Lord they are not me.
They wave their goodbyes as I lay in the hospital bed.
They thank their good Lord they are not me.
I guess, I don’t really blame their egotistical behavior.
Slowly crossing out names on my list
What are the chances- one out of a thousand
The first thing I ever won…
And I feel so lost.
A cripple at the bottom of a winding staircase..
A blind man in an art museum of explosive colors.
A deaf man at a roaring concert.
Hopeless and lost in the waves of society.
And I am forgotten like any other unknown soldier’s dirty grave.
Crossing out more names.
Names- Pennies in a jar of overflowing change.
I cross one after another.
They come and leave me life.
Name- after name.
I hate life.
I scream,
I cry
I yell
A lost soul in the city of empty names.
Is there anything or anybody out there who will help me?
God?
Let me cross out my own name?
A contest entry
- Old memories!! by YourGuardian.
500 points, ended June 6, 2007, 14 entries
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Wow. This was stunning. There are so many layers here, so many different depths of meaning. Beautiful write, and the last line brings it together so well.
My favorite lines:
"And I feel so lost.
A cripple at the bottom of a winding staircase..
A blind man in an art museum of explosive colors.
A deaf man at a roaring concert."
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Amazing
wow that was amazing
it was wonderful
it was sad
and had so much behind it
wow but it was so great
it flowed so well
and every word seemed in placed
everything just fit together
wow that was amazing !!!!!!
"A cripple at the bottom of a winding staircase..
A blind man in an art museum of explosive colors.
A deaf man at a roaring concert.
Hopeless and lost in the waves of society."
my favorite part
wow this just knocked me off my seat
it was so beautiful but sad
and i don't even know how to say it
but wow
GREAT write
~*Emmy*~
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This write has depth without bottom. It is a scream and a soft cry [all at the same time] for what seems a lot of disillusions in life. Maybe it is a cry for help as well. On a write like this it is always hard to tell what the author's intentions really were [are], but that is why it is called "poetry" I personally do not think poetry is really meant to be understood, [at least not in the same way by every reader]This is a "thinking" poem and the more one thinks , the more different scenarios could be played out in the mind.
With all this blabbering , actualy what I really wanted to say is is this "This is a great piece of work and I can see you going places if you stick with it"
Blessed Be,
reenie
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I liked this one...
I absolutely love the imagery that you included, physical, emotional, and spiritual. I love using my mind's eye, and your words proved to me that it was well worth it.
Emotions are my angels as well as my demons. I am an extreme emotional, empathetic person. This is why I love poetry so.
You touched my emotional boundaries, which is great! Not many people can. All I can say is Kudos!!!!!
Great Write!!!!
Cith
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it was very good, very well written oh and thanks for the 500 points
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This poem is so deep, and emotional. It is really really good. I love that this poem is really metaphorical. You did a good job, and should keep it up. Btw, I love the background and the contrast of colors, good job, you are gonna be very successful in writing.
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I yell
A lost soul in the city of empty names.
Is there anything or anybody out there who will help me?
God?
This is a painful cry of the soul here with so much truths of life..I understand its inner picture which reveals the philosophy of this nature my friend..you are revealing the hidden concept of the bitter truths of this creation here.I really find an amazing poetry here my friend because of its range and its to the point poetrty ..This is just wonderful poem revealing the world's true picture and its touches in the poetic words here..I love its depth and its truth of the concept my friend...
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im guessing the list is allthe innocent who pass away everyday, and just because it seems nice, it isn't the road to take, keep trucking down the road, and things will get better. Good luck!
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