waiting
drip drop, drip drop
waiting
I can feel the air on my face
waiting
The hands of time move so slowly
waiting
my thoughts drift far away
waiting
the earth moves around the sun
waiting
my body ages, my body slows
waiting
my body stops
I am waiting no longer
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Written June 22nd, 2004
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A contest entry
- Time by B Chandler.
300 points, ended July 14, 2005, 20 entries
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oooo what a good read this is and i liked how u kept repeating the word waiting over and over again and ended it the way you did very deep good luck
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I think everyone can relate
I really try to write stuff I think people can relate to. Thats why good poetry is so good--the people reading it can really identify with whats being said.
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lol sara is funny. um um anyway- haha i actually know what this poem is talking about! if you hadn't told me earlier, i would've thought you were writing about something deep and emotional... but haha... it's about waiting for work to be over so you can go home, right? i can SO relate to that!!!
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i ment that as sara is my name lol hahhaha
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this is a very good poem i feel like that too sometimes you write great you put what you feel who cares what everyone else thinks right lol well keep it up sara
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Welcome to A.P. I like the poem. Its great. I hope you enjoy it here a A.P. for I know that i have. I started just a few months ago and I know you will to. Also, A.P. is a way to get out your thoughts feelings and emotions. Dont do something stupid, get it out with writing.
~Sarai~
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