The Forsaken
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Sep 1, 2000
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A poets pleasure is words placed in order to create beauty.
Beauty which creates warm thoughts and happy dreams.
Dreams that can only be seen in his or her mind, and can only be visited through words.
I am not a poet nor am I a man.
I am not a superhero nor am I a woman.
I am not a scientist nor am I a animal.
I am myself dumped into this life, confused and searching for that road that leads us to "The End"
I am not cold, I am not hot, I am warm enough to live through this pain filled life.
My heart beats hard enough to carry my body. When I turn around I walk through the barricades all over again.
I am beat one step at a time.
I am bruised one breath at a time.
I am scratched on the inside and look flawless from the outside.
But I know everything is fine because I have a friend that can explain and protect me from all of this. That friend can explain the scratches and can be my companion through the thoughts that we share. That friend can be my superhero, scientist, and my poet. That friend can knock down the barricades the second time around. My friend can carry me if my heart becomes weak. My friend be a part of something beautiful and can be seen by all.
Something Beautiful = US
[This message has been edited by smileEs (edited 10 September 2001).]
Beauty which creates warm thoughts and happy dreams.
Dreams that can only be seen in his or her mind, and can only be visited through words.
I am not a poet nor am I a man.
I am not a superhero nor am I a woman.
I am not a scientist nor am I a animal.
I am myself dumped into this life, confused and searching for that road that leads us to "The End"
I am not cold, I am not hot, I am warm enough to live through this pain filled life.
My heart beats hard enough to carry my body. When I turn around I walk through the barricades all over again.
I am beat one step at a time.
I am bruised one breath at a time.
I am scratched on the inside and look flawless from the outside.
But I know everything is fine because I have a friend that can explain and protect me from all of this. That friend can explain the scratches and can be my companion through the thoughts that we share. That friend can be my superhero, scientist, and my poet. That friend can knock down the barricades the second time around. My friend can carry me if my heart becomes weak. My friend be a part of something beautiful and can be seen by all.
Something Beautiful = US
[This message has been edited by smileEs (edited 10 September 2001).]
