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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 11:34 am

One

One soul,
One chance,
One moment in which to reach,
One memory,

One to keep,
One to own,
One to say Enlightenment!
One piece of me to leave behind

One to say i am needed,
One to to let me know
One warrior scream to feel the power
One safe burrow to hide in my tower

One wall to break down
One to build back up
One place to set me free
One has shackled me

One soul,
One chance,
One moment in which to reach,
One memory

Only one chance
One to find the key
One to leave me
in forever vulnerability

Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 11:49 am

hi peoples heres another prose i wrote

I sit in physical prison while my mind develops mental insanity, heart beats, the only sound i hear, eyes glazed, face blank, ears closed, i hear only my heart beat and the connection between my place and yours, panicked breath arubtly stops everytime this connection rings. nerves tense, waiting... blood flow races making up for the life that goes out of me while i wait.... the ringing stops, it has nothing to do with you, unaware of life, unaware of everything around me, i breath a sigh of relief, but nerves are still tense waiting like an animal to pounce, internal torment thy are my life, silent screams inside me, the torture never stops, someone says my name, i do not answer, still waiting, I am vaguely aware of another bell ringing, i get up to leave voluntarily entering another torture until all bells ring this is my life when i finally reach my destinationat the end of all the bells and the end of the ride, i race, legs pumping unaware of what im doing as long as i get to you, i throw open the barrier between us and i see you at last, my nerves still tense until i see you breath, your chest rise and fall, my nerves relax, for another day you live.

that poem is called 3rd grade worry i made this poem about how i felt in 3rd grade when my dad had colon cancer my dad died december that year i was 8

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