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[aid] => mick
[title] => Reality of a Seashell
[time] => 2006-12-02 00:26:26
[hometext] => This poem is about friendship, betrayal, lonliness, love, learning, expiriences, and God. Nice combo, I know. Hope you enjoy, this is my first poem. (Theres a couple wierd lines, but its MY POEM! lol.) feel free to critique and comment. Thanks.
[bodytext] => Lonely and shivering, On a shore ever wide Lies a damaged seashell seeking shelter Under the rising tide. After a dismal cloudy day, Dusk has settled in. The hissing tide covers him, Protecting him from the wind. But the tide, however Is not the seashell’s friend. It sweeps him away When comes the end. It comes in, it goes out, Crashing against rocks. Slowly, but surely, The seashell gets lost. Off into the ocean He ventures, unaware Unprotected in the Great Outdoors, Nearing a mighty lair. Petrified and trembling, The seashell calls for help But no one in this great wide ocean Hears the tiny shell Hopeless, sad and wandering The seashell sees a light But all around it, darkness So begins his mindless plight The closer, brighter, and stronger it is The warmer he feels inside. Faster, faster, be not afraid! For what he has found, he has pride. Just when the seashell feels closest, The warm glow disappears All alone, he searches His good feelings replaced with new fear. Heart-broken and stupefied, The seashell travels on More lost and confused than ever before He cannot find the sun A voice, then, from nowhere Shattering the silence of night “Come to my voice, oh tiny seashell, Come to this beautiful light.” And sure enough when he turned around Brighter than before Was a familiar light and experience He found himself longing once more. “But why did it go away?” he asked Unto the potent voice “A test to see if thou art patient, And try to obtain it by choice.” Closer and closer, his utopia became, But more distant and fearful he felt Why would I be afraid, he thought, This place is heaven, not hell. Warmer than ever Yet colder, somehow He wonders if its possible He can trust the light now Still the seashell drifts Toward the blind truth Finding new motivation A fountain of youth All of a sudden In the blink of an eye The seashell uncovers No longer is he shy! He can finally see What he missed before An opulent world, Paradise galore! Spectacular colors! A perfect breeze! Waking up in familiar cold wet sand, It was merely a dream. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 394 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ashleigh [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 35 [ratings] => 7 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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