I wrote this when I was not me...How does that happen?
I am me when I talk to you
when you talk to me-
when I love and am loved.
So when did I start losing my way?
and, in the process, start becoming someone else,
some other red blue soul.
It was once when I let you go,
let myself not feel and care about the green and brown earth,
the wide and deep blue sea or the grey blue cloud-filled sky.
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A broken record, that once was whole,
filled with notes of sweet sorrowful emotions -a deep sea,
the songs that our souls danced to, eternally,
They play and pause instantaneously.
Static-everything stands,
waiting in bated breath for heaven's decree.
You are home to me,
part of the beauty that once was,
and forever meant to be,
in the histories of lovely misery, timeless and guilt free.
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i like this a lot.
PEOPLE----
do not vote for something that is as emtional as this
it makes me feel like you are judging my emotions and I do not need my emotions that are very strong and passionate, to be judged and
if you are judging at least tell me why and what you don't like about my writing
twhy not- give some constructive criticism?
and the picture is something i took of a vase at a persian restaurant and it is a picture of a guy in Middle Eastern History
i wonder if someone else knows who he is besides me
"Pride is concerned with who is right. Humility is concerned with what is right."