Mairi Posted October 27, 2004 Report Posted October 27, 2004 This originally started out life as a song but then it was crap so i changed it into a poem. it was written in June and i dont have a name for it so any suggestions would be appriciated s'il vous plait. Just an observer,silenced, still a passive passer-by in this destructive, so-called life my four-leafed clover, delicate, mild my luck 13, unusual runs out of luck predictably so Hospitalised for faith in believing that dreamers can dream away rehabilitised for struggling for feelings to sink in slowly paralysied for the sound of stares that touch a scent materialised has a ntion that i have not been saved from the world there it is, not as good as my others but hey, i tried :happybanana:
Mairi Posted October 27, 2004 Author Report Posted October 27, 2004 why thankyou m'deary, you deserve a happy banana :happybanana:
_jr_ Posted October 27, 2004 Report Posted October 27, 2004 Mairi, I'm not going to tell you again about apologizing for your work. :beady: As far as the poem goes,I like the way it ends. I feel as if I've been left hanging...what the heck happens next?
Mairi Posted October 28, 2004 Author Report Posted October 28, 2004 im sorry, im one of those people who cant see goodness in themselves i will try to be more positive as Jr may tell me off again...... :happybanana:
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