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Who Am I?
Am I my past?
Present?
Future?
Do my parents determine who I am?
The world?
God?
Myself?
Am I just a collection of flesh and experiences?
Am I born when I wake?
And do I die when I fall asleep?
Does it not matter?
But if it doesn’t matter than why do I feel as if does?
This conflict inside me
Two opposing forces in one body
There is no victor
No end
To live is to fight
And to fight is to die
Poetry to please another
Poetry to ease my pain
Poetry to ensure my eternity
For if no other reads or benefits from my words
Words will still be words
They will not end
Never die
Words are like rocks created by flames
I am but a small flame
I will die
But rocks remain
Words will stand where I cannot
Words will attest to who I am
My Legacy
Yep. Like your works. Look
Yep. Like your works. Look forward to your future posts.
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Thanks!
I'll have to look up some of your's when I have the time:)
There's a lot to sift
There's a lot to sift through... hope you come across something you like. I do understand about time... it's can be hard to find it sometimes.
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Great words
I just touched some rocks you left behind
Thanks for the feedback!
Thanks for the feedback!
I could turn that to music by
I could turn that to music by the way...
...
you did a good job on this.
*Runs away because im a dinosaurs raor hehe sorry im verey wierd XD*
Thanks, I appreceate the
Thanks, I appreceate the feedback!