Find Myself
Stuck in the dark,
then pulled into the light.
I go away, But then come back again.
I’m held here on purpose, in between life and death.
Stuck here in my mind, head held high in the clouds.
Always trying and trying to truly find myself.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| For My Hopes And Dreams | 0 | 06/16/2010 |
| If Everyone Was Alone | 3 | 06/16/2010 |
| Find Myself | 0 | 06/16/2010 |
| When We Lose Love | 0 | 06/16/2010 |
| Friends and lovers | 2 | 10/17/2009 |
| free stalion | 0 | 10/04/2009 |
| Cry | 0 | 09/07/2009 |
| Freedom | 2 | 09/03/2009 |
| Roses | 0 | 08/27/2009 |
| The Life I Lived | 0 | 08/25/2009 |
| Scilence | 0 | 08/25/2009 |
| Death is Awaiting | 1 | 08/22/2009 |
| Not Real, Fake, Nothing but Pretend! | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
| Childhood Moments | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
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