MIRROR
As I look into the mirror
I see an imagine not so clear
Tiny little pieces that make
no sense, no meaning,
As i try to mend the tares
The pieces brake more and the
imagines seem more blurred.
These broken pieces can't be
fixed..The imagines will just
be nonexisistable...
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| COMPLETE | 1 | 10/17/2009 |
| THE BEST THING | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| MIRROR | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| WHAT | 1 | 10/17/2009 |
| WHAT HAPPENED | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| NO MORE BROKEN | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| WHATS BECOME | 1 | 10/17/2009 |
| untitled | 1 | 10/17/2009 |
| trust from my heart | 1 | 10/05/2009 |
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