senses
ugly names, ugly facesloud voices without replaces
colors of unknown origins
smells of those around me
confusion about them
where do i fit in
oh well feeling better
on the outside
senses
ugly names, ugly faces11-28-2009
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redbloodink commented on senses
11-24-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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time | 3 | 12/15/2009 |
blame | 1 | 11/29/2009 |
more then | 1 | 11/29/2009 |
waiting | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
three days | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
sleepless | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
no choice | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
MY GIRL! | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
what is wrong with me? | 2 | 11/29/2009 |
freeze | 1 | 11/28/2009 |
insist | 1 | 11/24/2009 |
school | 1 | 11/24/2009 |
senses | 4 | 11/24/2009 |
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