I am only what you make of me,
when your days turn into nights.
I am only in your memories,
faded and hidden,brought to life.
I am only what is left of me,
which im afraid is not alot.
I am only one last epiphany,
left alone and dead to rot.
I am only a shadow of the past,
my smile is hollow and sublime.
I am only the mold that you cast,
bidding for more time.
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Just writing....
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beautiful
i really liked this poem. i especially loved the last line and how it seemed to stop earlier than i expected which fits the words and meaning. it was wonderfull.
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very good indeed
i liked this piece, it is well planned, the poem led the reader, each verse building upon the last. well done friend, also i encourage you to enter contests on a.p. because you are very talented. -
when we realize that another makes us whole, even with the flaws that such creation brings we find epiphany.
it waits for us on many levels and when we reach the highest points that is where we should remain, there are many steps to that place, many detours and stopping points that we need to ignore. great write.~~~Artis -
deep... yet true.. we keep the ones we love alive.. here on earth anyways... once gone..
great piece.. ill be checkin out more of your stuff. i like it.. blessed be
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I liked this one, it reminds me of the weight and preasure of self image and caring what the world around us sees in us. how every last part of our essence is determined by a indent on humanity, and the world around us once we're here, gone and past
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Yes, we all are, to some extent, the product of what someone else makes of us. Rather sad isn't it.
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This is very nice, I like the scheme of it. It kind of has the essence of... suspense a little bit. Nice write good job
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Yeah this is beautiful. Nice write!
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I thought this was a great poem! Keep it up!
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a good poem, ah we can only be what we walk into, ourselves, to be anything other is an alien concept.
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