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hey wow. you're realy good.its like youve written a story. youre screaming out, i can hear you, i understand you. its a really impacting thing you wrote. kind off different and smoother then other poems like this.
Yeah, I kinda agree with Lauren. Sometimes, even when you try to explain your heart to somebody, it's just like trying to talk to a deaf person when you don't know they're deaf. They don't understand you, and you don't understand why they don't understand. I guess the heart was just made to be that; your own one secret, both a haven and a prison. Nothing can drive you away from your heart, but sometimes, nothing can let you escape either.
I guess in that sense, the only person you can trust to understand your problems is yourself. That's why so many people keep diaries and journals; just to pour out everything that's been bottled inside, to a pair of eyes that actually understand it all, even if those eyes are your own. Complicated, I know, but then, this whole world is complicated. There's no reason to make everything simple.
Once again, great rhyming and great sentence structure. Your power with words simply blows me away! Good job and keep writing, although try to be a bit less negative, neh? ;)
Awesome!
this is something I canunderstand so well.
at the first lines I thought of of what I've always wanted to say to my family and everything I have thought but never said.
What you write about reminded me of the pain of a loss.
Everyone needs a friend just one but a friend....
What you write is true and anyone living life could tell that.
You rock at poems. :D
I understand, you want someone to really listen to you, its like screaming at a deaf person sometimes, but with time they'll have to.
Great job, no problems and keep writing!
-Laur
The poem is self, words are truth bending edge of time watch, responsibility to write and feel, reaching out to touch another soul, walk fast from need, blame and toil, expression, presentation, literature, well done but at what price, we share the voice, those who write with a world evaluating our marks, some say hen scratches, most say voice and soul bared. Walt
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