The Beginning

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The Beginning


open to the world but the world is not open to me
Unfair i say but still i move on working to succeed only not knowing what i'll ever be successful at
Pain a four letter word like love or hate some of the few smallest words in the human vocabulary but they mean so much when we try to explain how we feel
The world is a little like this poem it kinda doesn't have a point just every where not knowing when it's ever going the end
I know I have know choice but to wait out my time I know it's coming a horrable end or a new beginning.

Sincerely&Truthfully
creation

 

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Stryx commented on The Beginning

10-02-2009

Misspelling can lead one astray. Like no and know, each with a different meaning.

1BlackPope commented on The Beginning

09-23-2009

Poetry in it's raw form is a beautiful thing. I say well done! Spoken word is where I think this might be headed...with a nice big bass beat and some sick rap...I like this very much!

Creation

09/23/2009

Thank you for your comment

Rowena commented on The Beginning

09-12-2009

reality can be both grim and beautiful in its simplicitym sometimes you just gotta let go and go fishing

Mau commented on The Beginning

09-11-2009

I like new beginnings. Always a fresh new start...like a clean white sheet of paper. The possibilites are endless!!!!

Desmotti commented on The Beginning

09-11-2009

The grim reality....the world is a fire for some and a freezer for others....to understand anything....is to push forward....To explain anything is to try......I fear all the desolate spiritus....that haunt the ideas of the children of man.....for those spiritus were woven cunningly....hope not in that which isn't bright....for the brightness comes from desired illumination....open thine eyes for the world is not a casket....thrive....desire to thrive...regardless the outcome...creation is yours...-Desmotti-

Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Creation’s Poems (7)

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Choice 3
Addiction 3
My random thoughts 1
unspoken words 5
Attention 3
Life goes on 8
The Beginning 6