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This poem is writtin by a women i had in one of my courses last semester. usally when i look back on a semester i think about what i learned and was the semester just a big waste of time. most of the time it is just a big waste of time, but this semester it was worth going. Not only did i read this great poem this semester, but i made a new friend too. this is the best poem that i have ever read and no matter how many times i do it never gets old. so here it is cuz i think it should be shared with everyone....

 

 

"SOMEONE"

by Wendy

 

A picture paints a thousand words,

but no picture can paint my pain...

 

For there's someone inside me,

Someone I do not know...

Someone who casts a dark shadow,

Upon my hurting soul.

 

Someone un-break my heart,

Someone stop my black tears...

Someone be by my side,

Someone be there to care.

 

Someone let me live another life,

Someone hide me from this shame...

Someone make me not hurt,

Someone stop my eternal pain.

 

Someone tell me how to smile,

Someone teach me how to laugh...

Someone help me to remember,

Where's my other half?

 

Someone tell me everything is going to be okay,

Someonehelp me to be strong...

Someoneplease fix my heart,

And put back my soul where it belongs.

 

Someone I thought i truly was,

Now just someone left to only miss...

Someone take me back in time,

Someone let me give my mom,

just this one last kiss.

 

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well writers......hope you get inspired by this poem like i did. i couldnt stop drawing after i read this...and post some of your favorite poems too....

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I am an artist

 

born into segregation through laws that I have no interpretation upon

 

a pawn I feel is my role in the whole scheme of things

 

my purpose?

 

to survive through struggle and battle to overthrow your king

 

is life a game?

 

are pieces of a bigger puzzle?

 

are we dogs muzzled so that we cannot bite our cruel masters hand

 

imagine being able to control ya own destiny

 

you think less of me because I own this city and you don't even own your house?

 

I am the cat and you, scared of the revolution are the mouse

 

waiting, NOT creating a solution to your problem

 

these jungles of concrete I mob them

 

putting upon them my moniker yours nowhere to be seen

 

I monitor these streets with eyes so keen and sight far more vast than thou

 

you the past kid I'm the future now

 

through my heart and hand I stand alone as the man

 

I control these walls

 

I am the king

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Originally posted by willy!wonka:

oh how temptations reach me in the ways it wants me...

it is personalized just so that it may taunt me..

i will stand strong as i feel weakend..

my soul cries out hoping that i will listen..

everyday a new day to fight..

what if that day doesn't come and i gave in last night..

 

 

nice poem wonka.....who wrote that? did you?...i like the last line.... kind of like a sign to go painting.

------willy!wonka___________ http://www.12ozprophet.com/ubb//smile.gif'>

 

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Originally posted by CoffeehouseFunkstar:

I am an artist

 

born into segregation through laws that I have no interpretation upon

 

a pawn I feel is my role in the whole scheme of things

 

my purpose?

 

to survive through struggle and battle to overthrow your king

 

is life a game?

 

are pieces of a bigger puzzle?

 

are we dogs muzzled so that we cannot bite our cruel masters hand

 

imagine being able to control ya own destiny

 

you think less of me because I own this city and you don't even own your house?

 

I am the cat and you, scared of the revolution are the mouse

 

waiting, NOT creating a solution to your problem

 

these jungles of concrete I mob them

 

putting upon them my moniker yours nowhere to be seen

 

I monitor these streets with eyes so keen and sight far more vast than thou

 

you the past kid I'm the future now

 

through my heart and hand I stand alone as the man

 

I control these walls

 

I am the king

 

 

tighhttttt! ima repeat that b4 everytime i go bombing.

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i applaud you coffiehouse!!!

yes rusto i wrote then and there..

 

 

to be without revolution is to be at death!

how i hold glory..as she is at her last breath..victory is dead..torment has sliced his neck..as all who have faught...

as all who have strived...

look at me NOW!I AM REVOLUTION AND I WILL NOT DIE!

 

____willy!wOnKa____ http://www.12ozprophet.com/ubb//smile.gif'>

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