Without Changing

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    Without Changing

    I don't know the beginning.
    I've fogotten the ending.
    I gave up my past;
    To loathe my future.

    I crushed my hopes
    To swallow their dreams.
    I prayed
    That they'd understand me.

    I broke the rules
    To fail the test.
    I cheated my friend
    To live my lie.

    I raised up my hands
    To silence their questions.
    Broke my ties
    To bind myself tighter.

    Looked Medusa in her eyes
    To have a tender heart
    Looked love in the eyes
    To be frozen solid.

    Gave my everything
    To gain nothing,
    And gave nothing
    To die.

    So why can't I feel
    Feel a rhythm in the breeze?
    Why have I lost touch
    To the things I hold dear?

    Lost myself in ambition;
    Gave myself to fear.
    Broke my self worth;
    Destroyed my tears.

    Forgetting I'm real.
    Forgetting I feel.
    Forgetting the love you offered me.

    I gave it away
    So I could stay
    Without changing.

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    Reallady65 commented on Without Changing

    05-30-2009

    I liked the poem in general. Seems to emphasize individuality and self-acceptance while going through the various analytical processes that bring curiosity of worth and value to it all; if at all.

    Footprints2002 commented on Without Changing

    03-16-2009

    rally awesome way to write

    DeepEclipse commented on Without Changing

    03-16-2009

    The first thing that grabbed my attention was how you balanced the condradictions. I like that. "looking at medusa to have a tender heart"

    silentwhisper commented on Without Changing

    03-02-2009

    Beautiful and simple....

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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