Reflections
"Who am I today?" I ask..
And I wonder if I even know.
I know the past has shaped me now,
Even though the past was long ago.
The little moments form a blur,
The times both happy and sad,
All the people I once knew,
And the things I used to have.
They all helped me to become
Where, what and who I am now,
Because everything has influenced me,
I'm not sure exactly how.
But I'm thankful for the memories,
Even of the people I've never really met,
For the people I miss, the people I love,
And even the people I'd like to forget.
For these memories have helped me grow,
They've made me calm, yet strong,
And now there's a story to my life,
That they've been writing all along.
So, thank you for the memories.
Without them, I don't know who I'd be -
Because somewhere among these memories
Are the things that define me.
2007-09-05 05:59:52
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answer #1
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answered by Anonymous
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I stare at the clock I must have been lost I'm late for my meeting Absolutely no time for eating The screech of the chalk on blackboard The click of the computer The Squeek of the eraser I can't quite consentrate My stories to short I still have 5 more minutes 6 am how long has it been The moon has been set The sun has been risen 52 pages of magic I wait for the call Or the letter or email Will it be rejected? The time goes too slowly My mind is too foggy I grab my notebook My pen I sit down I write what I feel The phone rings I jump up "Hello!" I sing I hop up and down My story I have written It's being published My heart starts a thumpin I edit I change I stare at my new bound book Now in a window pane My many hours my sleepless nights My time with the words My dreams have came true ~~~ Not that impressive I know!
2016-05-17 09:09:30
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answer #2
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answered by ? 3
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Down the path of Brotherhood,
past the point of resistance,
doing all he could trying to make a living,
he'll go to a distant land,
beyond the stone and the ocean harbor,
beyond any punishment,
make way for the concrete soldier.
built to protect,
and he's built to withstand,
lord he's not perfect,
just like any ordinary man,
trained to do a job,
everyone fears.
with your help lord he won't fail,
with your love and comfort near,
he'll know why you didn't give into the three nails.
how he misses his loved ones,
and remembered what he told them.
how he loved the whole family,
and he will come home as strong as a concrete soldier.
2007-09-05 05:21:41
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answer #3
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answered by akds 1
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Burial For Love.
You're buried out with the bones of my dead memories in the backyard mortuary next to the cemetary of long gone dreams.
You used to mean everything but now you mean nought, no more do I wish to sought for feelings not worth it and best left forgotten since I've fought them too many times over again and again.
It's no use holding onto to something that goes around and around whining like a broken recording on forever spin.
All's fair in love and war they say but I think nay, everyone has to pay to eventually win.
© S.N.Hammond.
2007-09-05 07:23:56
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answer #4
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answered by ♆Şрhĩņxy - Lost In Time. 7
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Here are four short poems I wrote several years ago as part of a series of poems in which I was aiming to say more with less:
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Minimalist Minuet #1
One shouldn't.
One wouldn’t.
One couldn't.
One died.
One lied.
One tried.
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Minimalist Minuet #7
If life were what it should have been it would
never become what it was meant to be.
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Minimalist Minuet #2
She wasn’t quite pretty enough
to be someone’s trophy wife.
So she focused on her talents
and ended up with a life.
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Minimalist Minuet #3
Kathleen never gave love a second
thought until it no longer mattered.
Then she fell and she fell completely,
and her heart, of course, was not shattered.
2007-09-05 05:36:47
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answer #5
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answered by Doc Watson 7
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--Give me a chance--
Some times I think
I will never find a place
People don't understand me
They judge me
Criticize me
Tell me I'm not good enough
All I want is a chance
To prove myself
To show the world
Who I am
2007-09-05 05:27:08
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answer #6
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answered by Anonymous
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I saw a flower bloom from the sky.
I cried, "What makes a poet?"
I was answered only by crickets.
2007-09-05 10:10:38
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answer #7
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answered by toxicPoison 4
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MY MOM WAS AMAZING
SHE WAS AMAZING LIKE MY GRANDMOTHER
SHE WAS SPEACIAL AND TRUE
SHE CARED FOR ME
SHE CARED FOR OTHERS
SHE LEARNED FROM MY GRANDMOTHER
SHE WAS AMAZING LIKE MY GRANDMOTHER
SHE WAS A GREAT PERSON
NOW THEY BOTH ARE TOGETHER
BEING KIND AND HAPPY IN HEAVEN
ONE DAY IT WILL BE THE THREE OF US.
THATS THE BEST I CAN DO.
2007-09-05 13:01:46
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answer #8
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answered by donielle 7
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im not what i thought myself to be
all im left with is nothing
only nothing lasts forever
and i am the nothing
2007-09-05 16:36:28
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answer #9
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answered by Anonymous
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I came.
I saw.
I cried.
2007-09-05 05:14:35
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answered by Christy 6
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