I Become
I become transparent,
As your eyes see through me.
My deepest secrets known,
As I feel free.
I become solid,
As your hand caresses my skin.
My deepest emotions felt,
As they should've been.
I become myself,
As you award me with company.
My deepest fears are no concern,
As they are chased away from me.
I become loved,
As you continue to love me.
My need for security is met,
As it is pulled from debris.
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.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Love May Travel | 1 | 09/13/2013 |
| Hopelessness | 0 | 11/17/2012 |
| Davila | 0 | 11/17/2012 |
| Fallen | 0 | 11/17/2012 |
| Sextasy | 0 | 09/15/2010 |
| Alone | 1 | 09/15/2010 |
| Results | 0 | 09/15/2010 |
| Cheer Up | 0 | 09/15/2010 |
| Dream Figure | 1 | 09/15/2010 |
| Deserted | 1 | 09/15/2010 |
| Ecstacy | 1 | 05/12/2010 |
| Open Confession | 0 | 05/12/2010 |
| Me,Myself, and I | 1 | 03/25/2010 |
| Love Conquers | 0 | 03/20/2010 |
| Life's Compatability | 0 | 03/19/2010 |
| Figure of Love | 1 | 01/28/2010 |
| Time Consumption | 0 | 01/28/2010 |
| Repose | 0 | 01/28/2010 |
| Nicotine Love | 3 | 01/28/2010 |
| Mistress of the Night | 4 | 01/28/2010 |
| I Become | 0 | 01/28/2010 |
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