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I llove this one. I feel the same way some times.
What Mr. Crique said was a little to much if you get what I mean. But, keep writing and don't write just to have a bunch of titles on your page do it because you got inspired. Thats the was I do at least. Good luck with stuff and writing! The pic is verry fitting! I wonder how many times I have said that? But, it is verry true!
SamiJo, as human beings, we are constantly evolving (changing) and what others see in us may not be necessarily who we are. Go by your inner feelings. At your age, your body is being bombarded with all sorts of hormones, this will produce changes in you, leaving your mind wondering who you really are. It is fine to feel this way. Your poem is a great testament to those awkward teenage years that I remember so well. Keep up the good writing.
I can sense, here, the anguish of the real difficulty of attaining self-awareness. The message I get, is that of the need for you (or the person in the poem)to interrogate others as to how they see you, since you find it difficult to see yourself. Oh, how often we need others to help us see our own characteristics-- good or bad. Anyway, this is my own interpretation.
I see the sun coming up over the horizon.
I get the feeling that all is anew.
I smell the freshness of the flowers in your hair,
I can't touch you because I am not there.
If I could I would comfort you.
I see the sun coming up over the horizon.
I hear your cries,
get lost in your eyes,
And in them I see the sun coming up over the horizon.
Your not a mixed up girl like you say,
you have the answers you seek today.
In you, I see the sun coming up over the horizon! Anthony
Disregarding regulation in phrases,
or political correctness in tones,
I'll answer your question for you.
Looking past the outer exterior, I see,
Gazing past the morbid reflections, may be
Something more amazing than you know.
For when you disregard giggles and the face,
And put those all into respective place,
What I see is simply SamiJo.
And that is better than anything else
that I know.
Hehehehe, a weak poem in response to yours. You have such a talent for writing, and this is filled with such sorrow. Don't feel lost....you're an amazing girl, Sami.
Welcome !
