Here is some more of my writing Award Winning Poem
I wish I could write a good poem an award winning poem. The kind of poem that makes you stop and say "wow, I never thought about that"
I want to write something brilliant. I want I need to throw away my kindergarden rambles and mix beauty with strength and words and have it all f a l l together.
I want to be a poet one day but I can barely write a sentence at times. It seems they are always too incomplete missing something something desperately needed. So much for being a poet, I guess. Maybe I could work behind a counter saying "would you like fries with that" Then I could go home and write about it And maybe I would write a good poem an award winning poem.
Can you?
I admire you your strength your passion your liveliness.
Do you? Do you admire yourself? Do you? Do you see what I see?
I
I am a wall. I am your wall I hide behind myself. You call my name over and over and over
and... I echo a remark.. a slight, cliched phrase of doubt. "Please hang up and try your call again.."
Will you please keep calling?
Keep dialing...
Keep trying.. Will you hold me tight refusing to let me give up -give in- ? Will you knock down the wall that is me? Can you erase the blinding shadow I created? Can you lead me to the right place? Can you sit me down and say "this is it!" ?
Can you be more than you are? Can you will you - have you?-
Model Me
Why don't you flaunt your intelligence in my face a little more? You should know just how pathetic I truly am, so go ahead and feed your ego on that. Make a banquet of humor and endulge yourself in it.
You sit me up as your model. Your plaster just dying to be transformed. You shape me,
with a violent push,
and I sit quietly, squishing under your ficious touch.
Your intelligence is self absorbed yet I can't seem to see past you. Just when I think I'm coming to my final conclusion on you I shake my head (oh no, I've mistaken you for someone else)
Show me off to a few friends "this is my creation; still in progress" Laugh at me when I take my own path. Mock me for my views until I melt down and allow you to re-shape me.
I would like to walk away -- run away but I'm held to my base by the clue of your words.
I've been fooled tricked into false security and you are pulsing at the heart of it all.
How do you keep me running back?
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