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posted : 2004.Dec.28 @ 9.36am
The anguish past, never last, I recast my vote.
I command the work at hand. No longer feel remote.
I cease in knowing what I'm showing, but care to understand.
The weather changes, my heart engages and now I comprehend.

posted : 2004.Dec.28 @ 10.55am
Right now I think I'm on the brink of this poetic style.
So with my hands I type my plans and revel in my guile.
For at Christmas time I'm in my prime, my thoughts are ever swift.
And in the morning, without a warning, will be the perfect gift.

posted : 2005.Jan.04 @ 5.32am

When material girl met symbolic guy
the confusion caused their minds to fly.

She didn't understand what he represented.
He didn't know what it was she meanted.

posted : 2005.Jan.20 @ 10.25am
sad poem...

this is a sad poem
in deep despair

so sad, so sad
life doesn't care

this is a sad poem
about all the sad things

a world full of sorrow
from which sadness springs

Boo hoo!

posted : 2005.Jan.20 @ 4.09pm
Awesome, Sahar!
That poem is like the Blues.
People don't play the Blues to feel sad,
they play them to feel better. Your sad poem made me laugh!

posted : 2005.Jan.21 @ 2.12am
its all about the violin smiley!

posted : 2005.Jan.21 @ 4.34pm
Thank you both. Smile


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