Free Will
when I awoke, I stood and try to approach, but im trapped amongst the weeds. confused I am this is not the plan. my eyes are squinty the weathers wintry, but im hot 'cause im mad... see it's to my surprise I've even opened my eyes, for a moment time stands still. the weathers wintry, ...the peace is empty. here, freedom is far from free will. Be prepared for the unfair, this battle is uphill.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Tantalizing Tease | 1 | 12/31/2009 |
| Free Will | 0 | 12/31/2009 |
| I DONT Want to LOVE | 0 | 12/31/2009 |
| INSOMNIA | 0 | 12/31/2009 |
| lies & betrayal | 2 | 08/15/2009 |
| IDEALISTIC OR REALISTIC | 0 | 08/09/2009 |
| LITTLE GIRL LOST | 0 | 08/09/2009 |
| THE JILTED LOVER'S POINT OF VIEW | 0 | 08/09/2009 |
| TIME | 1 | 08/09/2009 |
| I Apologize | 0 | 08/09/2009 |
| Follow Me | 0 | 08/09/2009 |
| Places Divine | 0 | 08/09/2009 |
| Ignite | 1 | 08/09/2009 |
| the letter P | 0 | 08/09/2009 |
| The truth | 0 | 08/09/2009 |
| That Girl | 0 | 08/09/2009 |
| Two Faces | 0 | 08/09/2009 |
| Daddy don't leave | 0 | 08/09/2009 |
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