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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Riddle Me This
2003-12-11 - 7:12 p.m.
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Riddle Me This

I have a problem

Expressing myself

I share too much

As I stone my breath.

I have a problem

Being me

I hide my true self

With absolute certainty.

I am a puzzle

Not knowing who I am

A million pieces scattered

Behind an impressive dam.

I am a riddle

With no known answer

A twisted word game

That you only lust after.

I have a problem

Expressing myself

Emotions wither and die

Wasting away upon a dusty bookshelf.

I am me

A bane upon my soul

For there are so many things

That me, myself and I do not know.

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave