Mike Posted June 15, 2004 Report Share Posted June 15, 2004 Somedays I wander the streets and feel the cold wind, pushing me back and I know I have to keep pressing on Under my breath I mutter a word that I kept to myself, now nobody can say if they are feeling the same as I do Mental images projecting on the screen in my mind, they show me all the people I cannot be in a silouette I don't know why I say some of the things I say, sometimes I question my place in society but then I don't Show me a pair of dice and a place to throw them, I'll show you a person I don't really know who I am Smoke rises off the city skyscrapers that appear beyond, I grasp at reality and yet somewhere there is none I'll take care of business today and I won't even complain, I stop for a moment and say hello, hello to the stranger Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Earth-Angel Posted November 20, 2004 Report Share Posted November 20, 2004 I'm sorry I've never commented on this post before PF, but it's one I often go back to and read over. I love it. "I don't know why I say some of the things I say, sometimes I question my place in society but then I don't Show me a pair of dice and a place to throw them" and "I'll take care of business today and I won't even complain, I stop for a moment and say hello, hello to the stranger" those are my favourite lines. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Steel2Velvet Posted November 20, 2004 Report Share Posted November 20, 2004 I like the honesty and vulnerability of this piece without all the rage and anger that usually accompanies honest and vulnerable poetry. Well done in a unique and responsible style. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
_Annabelle_ Posted November 21, 2004 Report Share Posted November 21, 2004 I enjoyed this one a lot, great job PF. These are some of my favorite lines: Somedays I wander the streets and feel the cold wind, pushing me back and I know I have to keep pressing on Under my breath I mutter a word that I kept to myself, now nobody can say if they are feeling the same as I do Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zaeem Posted December 8, 2004 Report Share Posted December 8, 2004 Somedays I wander the streets and feel the cold wind, pushing me back and I know I have to keep pressing on Under my breath I mutter a word that I kept to myself, now nobody can say if they are feeling the same as I do Mental images projecting on the screen in my mind, they show me all the people I cannot be in a silouette I don't know why I say some of the things I say, sometimes I question my place in society but then I don't Show me a pair of dice and a place to throw them, I'll show you a person I don't really know who I am Smoke rises off the city skyscrapers that appear beyond, I grasp at reality and yet somewhere there is none I'll take care of business today and I won't even complain, I stop for a moment and say hello, hello to the stranger ALL ARE VERY GOOD :guitar: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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