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I smile with a broken face,
lifeless.
I've allowed others to chip and mold me
like a statue.
How can I make you see
there's a soul inside?
I yearn and reach out,
scream and cry out.
So desperately.
I want you to see me.
But you just stare,
then coldly walk away.
I'm statuesque.
My voice is silenced
behind dried marble.
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Posted by idowhatiwant on 2008-02-25 04:26:39 | Rating: | Views: 115
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A beautiful image-- you have a gift for poetry, I think, more than most people who try to write it. I can hear the screaming of the soul trapped in the statue.
Try something not so depressing sometime. :P
Cheers,
Eden
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Posted by edeneyre
on 2008-02-25 13:03:50
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I just read your poem again... it's fascinating. Have you ever submitted anything for publication online or in a magazine? You should, and I mean that. I majored in English and minored in Creative Writing, and I'm a published writer myself.
Just had to encourage you to keep writing.
Smile,
Eden
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Posted by edeneyre
on 2008-02-25 13:05:36
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Wow. I sort of wrote a poem like this once, but yours is by far better. I love it!
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Posted by ScarletBlack
on 2008-02-25 18:58:44
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i'm greatly flattered! thank you both =)
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Posted by idowhatiwant
on 2008-02-26 00:01:03
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Very nice, submit it!! Good luck and keep writing. You have much to say. Peace
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Posted by Ellie2008
on 2008-02-26 14:01:19
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