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I grow old First grade friends offer hugs,I grow old by ~SecretlyJustMe
first year friends live next door,
the woman I just met smiles,
as I grow old.
So many faces,
so many years,
yet I still have toes left.
(for counting)
(two more little piggies)
Soon I'll stay home,
cook roast beef,
listen to the little one crying,
as I grow old.
New faces to be remembered,
Familiar ones are not forgotton,
Friends -- fellowship -- laughter,
(Tears?)
as I grow old.
Seventy more miles in silence,
and oh, how old I grow.
This is not Poetry I am emptyThis is not Poetry by ~SecretlyJustMe
(This is not Poetry)
I am hollow
(This is not Poetry)
I am hurting
(This is not Poetry)
I am wounded
(This is not Poetry)
I am broken
(This is not Poetry)
I am shattered
(This is not Poetry)
I am
I am
I am
I am remembering words I once wrote:
"Perhaps life, just life, is Poetry in itself"
This Is Not Poetry.
Cored Poetry Perhaps the pen is now a swordCored Poetry by ~SecretlyJustMe
That's turned itself on me
And like an apple deftly cored
I've lost what I could be
Although the words I once enjoyed
Have now become a foe
My hollowed self is now alloyed;
To other things I go
It's true that once I did believe
The day would never come
When words from me had taken leave
I'd find the battle won
Although one day I could not write
I could do much more
For most prefer to take a bite
Of apples with no core
So now when paper begs for tears
And words and feelings vie
I'll laugh, for in these coreless years
I've become an apple pie
Sta.sh
can i ask u a question?
is there a place in the US called Athens?
or u meant that ur origins are from the US but u live in Athens-Greece?i'm confused.....
hmmm....
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Pictures everywhere. On paper, in the eyes, in frames, inside the soul. Moments frozen in time. Forever they will last. Do not believe. Do not believe.
--
"I'm like a pelican at riptide:
I'm a corpse, I'm not a fisherman."
*TheWritersMeow
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Pictures everywhere. On paper, in the eyes, in frames, inside the soul. Moments frozen in time. Forever they will last. Do not believe. Do not believe.
--
"I'm like a pelican at riptide:
I'm a corpse, I'm not a fisherman."
*TheWritersMeow