| By Alydia on Monday, December 29, 1997 - 04:54 am: |
I am the balerina who sadly has no form. I am the wounded bird who cannot make flight, I am that one lonely star shinning dimly in the night. I am the mouse who suffers as prey, I am the rain on a warm sunny day. I am the green grass burned yellow by the sun's daily heat, I am the snake who has shed his skin to show the world what lied benieth. I am also a bad speller :) |
| By Alydia on Monday, December 29, 1997 - 04:57 am: |
behind the bars that bind me to my own.... My own emotions, my only salvation No truth is in your words, no honesty do you speak For every word you mutter is a lie. My destiny is not yours My destiny is my own I shall chose the path I take, chose the way I go For I am one..... One of the.... "One of the what?", you ask..... One of the nothings you can use? I am nothing....empty, the air inside me spins as the world around me does Yet I do not move, just remain in place is that how you see me? Do you see me at all? Am I here upon this earth? Is my life all a dream? Shall I ever be noticed? Shall I ever be one....... One of you, one of them? One of the machine men? I am not like them, I make my own chooses, My thoughts are my own! I think as one....not for others.... I do as one.....not for others.... I am one.....not as others. |
| By Alydia on Monday, December 29, 1997 - 04:59 am: |
behind the bars that bind me to my own.... My own emotions, my only salvation No truth is in your words, no honesty do you speak For every word you mutter is a lie. My destiny is not yours My destiny is my own I shall chose the path I take, chose the way I go For I am one..... One of the.... "One of the what?", you ask..... One of the nothings you can use? I am nothing....empty, the air inside me spins as the world around me does Yet I do not move, just remain in place Is that how you see me? Do you see me at all? Am I here upon this earth? Is my life all a dream? Shall I ever be noticed? Shall I ever be one....... One of you, one of them? One of the machine men? I am not like them, I make my own chooses, My thoughts are my own! I think as one....not for others.... I do as one.....not for others.... I am one.....not as others. |
| By Martin on Wednesday, July 8, 1998 - 07:32 pm: |
This is "Engulfed in Poetry 2"? I'm supposed to be in Welding 210. I'll let myself out now. |
| By Martin on Wednesday, July 8, 1998 - 07:35 pm: |
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May I go now it no longer hurts 'cause it's fallen asleap. That's right my butt is asleap. Thank you and good night. |
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