Live

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Live


As  a child I was dieing to be a singer
Practicing with fake jewelry on my fingers
In the mirror with my pink tooth brush
I wanted to happen and in a rush
But I got older that dreamed got flushed

In grammar school I was dieing to fit in
Wanting to be just as smart and just as thin
Friends every where
Now I’m “cool”
But suddenly missing 2 months out of school

At the hospital I had to stay
I was dieing not to stay another day
The doctor commented me on my shoes
An then gave me the bad news
Knowing life won’t be the same
I looked in the mirror  feeling ashamed
Thinking of how much I have to give
 
Now I’m dieing and I forgot to live

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

na2011’s Poems (16)

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Me 5
What do you mean? 1
Speak 1
Pimp 0
My back 2
Don’t 0
Grandma 0
Maybe 0
Get by 0
Live 0
Cry 2
starved 0
Aids angel 0
Sticks and stones 0
Think 0
Shadow of me 0