No one ever asked me to do a damn thing. So I'm guessing they never expected too much, But when it came down to how cold the world really was they all knew I would be there to tell them that it wasn't really that hideous, and the fairy tales whispered to their drooping eyes at the tender age of five were all so true.
My name was deliverer.
The stories I would tell would astound even me, and it's funny now, How I want to remember all those wonderful words and write them down. But now they're lost and I can only imagine how great I must have made them all feel.
My name was Saint
Yet for all I did, no one cared to know how isolated I really felt, and no one wanted to help when I was the one lost. My name was unwritten in their mouths because they didn't want to think anyone else could ever have a problem but them.
My name was aggravation.
So from Story Teller to lost prophet, I made a quick transition to feeling an everlasting resentment for youth, and wishing I still had yesterday, to call tomorrow. The world made me grow up and I had to keep telling myself I had a lyrical lullaby hidden somewhere up my sleeves.
My name was average.
A working class hero soon became a self righteous vagrant, and I could no longer get by on my fabricated fairy-tales and depend on my vibrant word painted pictures to push me through the rest of life.
My name was washed up.
With the ink leaking from the pen, I stand in line like the rest of the population and try to make an honest living. But when It comes to signing my identity I am at a loss for what to put. and with the same mind that made those fairy tales come to life for all those blind believers, I couldn't even think of who I was or where I came from.
My name was...
so there it was on that sheet
permanent for the rest of the world to see.
That I had no magic rainbows, I had no never land escape.
I was just a dreamer
and my name was blank for that was what I had become.
A dream.
My name is unwritten
and I'm glad you thought you believed in me.
My name was deliverer.
The stories I would tell would astound even me, and it's funny now, How I want to remember all those wonderful words and write them down. But now they're lost and I can only imagine how great I must have made them all feel.
My name was Saint
Yet for all I did, no one cared to know how isolated I really felt, and no one wanted to help when I was the one lost. My name was unwritten in their mouths because they didn't want to think anyone else could ever have a problem but them.
My name was aggravation.
So from Story Teller to lost prophet, I made a quick transition to feeling an everlasting resentment for youth, and wishing I still had yesterday, to call tomorrow. The world made me grow up and I had to keep telling myself I had a lyrical lullaby hidden somewhere up my sleeves.
My name was average.
A working class hero soon became a self righteous vagrant, and I could no longer get by on my fabricated fairy-tales and depend on my vibrant word painted pictures to push me through the rest of life.
My name was washed up.
With the ink leaking from the pen, I stand in line like the rest of the population and try to make an honest living. But when It comes to signing my identity I am at a loss for what to put. and with the same mind that made those fairy tales come to life for all those blind believers, I couldn't even think of who I was or where I came from.
My name was...
so there it was on that sheet
permanent for the rest of the world to see.
That I had no magic rainbows, I had no never land escape.
I was just a dreamer
and my name was blank for that was what I had become.
A dream.
My name is unwritten
and I'm glad you thought you believed in me.
Author notes
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y23/HLsWasabi/unwritten.jpg
I had fun writing this one, I hope it is one you enjy too.
brokenwindupdoll.
A contest entry
- Hello, my name is... by animated lies.
3500 points, ended July 26, 2007, 17 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Embarrassed by your old Dirty Pretty? by love tank x.
800 points, ended August 15, 2007, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Help me find my muse!!!!! (invite only) by Shantalina.
1200 points, ended August 3, 2007, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I hope this is what you are looking for.
Comments
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AMAZING
I absolutely LOVE this poem
I can really feel the emotion jumping from the words
Good job, hun!

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reading this again && it still blows my mind. you amaze me. thanks so much for entering - ilysfm
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amazing. stunning. lovely.
exceptional.
wow. I'm at a loss for words.
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I did enjoy this. It's amazing and very well written! Thanks for entering the contest and good luck!
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Incredible......
Simply amazing. I loved everything about it. Its' honesty... it's bluntness.... it was so easy for me to relate to. You have that extremely powerful talent that allows you to not only spark an interest with your writing but create a connection with anyone who is lucky enough to read it. Thankyou so much for sharing and I do hope to see more.
Kisses, Chrissy
P.S. Good luck in the contest!
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"So from Story Teller to lost prophet, I made a quick transition to feeling an everlasting resentment for youth, and wishing I still had yesterday, to call tomorrow. The world made me grow up and I had to keep telling myself I had a lyrical lullaby hidden somewhere up my sleeves.
My name was average."
this is amazing babey! god i love it -- i dont even know what to say about it;; it just blows my mind.
i love it.
thanks so much for entering and helping me try to find my muse!
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beautiful.
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wonderful description i enjoyed reading it
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This was very beautiful ... I agree with the previous comment ... I would love a copy of this to put up on my door lol ... the front door ... I love the way you just made this all come together so perfectly ... it was very beautiful ... You are a very talented writer ... Keep writing sweetheart ...
Much Luv & Respect
smile, it confuses people
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I deffintly give you my permisson to put this on your front door =D I am very flattered!
Do what ever you wnat with it =D
Just give me the credit for writing it =DD
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Astonished
Give me a copy and autograph it! I seriously want this on my wall. You heve written the best thing I have heard in a year. I would love to see your outcome.

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lolol thank you soo much =D
And If I had a scanner I would deffinitly send you an autographed copy.
Ohh I know, If you send me your address through a message I'll make it look nice, and I'll autograph =D
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"So from Story Teller to lost prophet, I made a quick transition to feeling an everlasting resentment for youth, and wishing I still had yesterday, to call tomorrow. The world made me grow up and I had to keep telling myself I had a lyrical lullaby hidden somewhere up my sleeves."
Brilliant!!!
Good luck in the contest babe♥

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Wow I really am at a loss for words. this was amazing. thats all i can even say. i mean wow. if that aint a gold trophy lol -
Yes I enjoyed this a lot! This is basically what I was hoping for through this contest, so I'm very glad to have this entry. It all connects and flows so effortlessly, and the story is fantastic. Thank you for entering my contest and good luck.
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this is awesome caitlin it rocks
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