chronicle of things

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    chronicle of things

     there is nothing that means anything to you

    yes you would protest and say your family means everything to you

    but you know this is a lie; well, not a lie

    only when you need some thing do they become everything to you

    everything you say becomes a lie

    because you never stick around long enough for it to become a truth

    the more time that goes by i see more clearly how you operate

    it's a shame how you waste your time with lies.

    opportunity is a lie for you.

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    california commented on chronicle of things

    05-07-2011

    so, I am liking this one even better than the first one of your's I read. sadly, I've known a couple of ssomeones like this. your poem is very good, but seems somehow,............. unfinished..........
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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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