I am Human... A Poetry Collection

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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Multiple Simplicity

Separation, how can I separate myself From the ones within myself? I feel pieces in different places Turning round and round I don't know if they are me or I am them The confusion's just too much for me Some say it's a gift, but I say it's a curse A curse upon the world as I know it Making me too... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 29, 2005

Shadow

There are many explanations for who I am Reasons why I am the way I am I lived a complicated life in a simple way I don't know how I ever did I tortured myself in silence for acts I committed And the little girl in me screams in pain To be allowed to live again Because she was suppressed so long ago... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, August 28, 2005

Abrupt

I'm off the wagon - dying now No other way to comprehend The state I'm in, I'm dying now No other way - this is the end † Actually, this was the first thing that came into my head for my poetic metre class. The form is iambic tetrameter, which is four groups of unstressed/stressed syllables. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, August 27, 2005

A Musician's Failure

Bartender, pour me another - I wish for clarity and potency For familiarity and hope But instead you give me falsity A clouded sense of reality Bartender, pour me another - A different sense of being But I feel just the same as last time Holding out for a valid reason Yet receiving nothing but... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 26, 2005

Hit the Floor

Life begins Simply, then someone sins The ball drops, the ball rolls, the ball dies Soul eaters, whore mongers, and murderers arise All from the dregs of what societies despise No one holds on to truth anymore Those who, though, life adore Hit the floor... † This poem was written for a contest about... Sign in to see full entry.

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Various poetic splurges from the mind of me, Ichi. Each poem has a brief explanation, which may help if any pieces are confusing. My link list contains links to every poem I've posted. Feel free to browse the titles. :)

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