I
I am like a bird
Left in the mist alone
I am like a rose that are
Died dreams you don't dream
Any more when anyone says
Food I think of candy
I
I am like a bird
Left in the mist alone
I am like a rose that are
Died dreams you don't dream
Any more when anyone says
Food I think of candy
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 |
“HOME” | 0 | 10/20/2010 |
“BEING MAD” | 0 | 10/20/2010 |
the day i lost you | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
my mommy | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
MOM | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
hate | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
the other child | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
untitled | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
I miss you | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
the worse days | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
mommy | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
momma | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
missing mom | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
never | 1 | 08/17/2010 |
out cast | 1 | 08/17/2010 |
Sky | 0 | 01/29/2010 |
come home to me | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
I am | 1 | 11/27/2009 |
A Rose Bush For Mom | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
Can You Hear? | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
Mother | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
Wild Child | -4 | 11/27/2009 |
I | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
missing you | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
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