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Array ( [sid] => 173737 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I Am Brenda [time] => 2012-09-03 13:53:33 [hometext] => It was an assignment for school, but I really wanted to post it for others to see. It's basically about me. [bodytext] => I am
A girl who understands her true value,
And cannot look away when others are in need.

I wonder
If I’ll ever see old and missing faces
Who happen to be attached to me only by a pair of strings.

I hear
The calls that beckon me to
“Move, move, move”
When I can’t stop looking back.

I see
The light prancing in the dark,
That in a way reminds me
Of a familiar snow white deer against a murky background
That cannot outclass it’s brilliance.

I want
To see what I can be,
What I can become,
Should I the time ever come when
I must follow through and lead.

I am Brenda.

I pretend
I am saving a world,
Or a life everyday,
Because I can't do that in reality.

I feel
My aspects come together
Whenever I am alone,
Each and every one trying to dominate
And stay alive within me.

I touch
The translucent pieces of my remaining apathy,
Hoping that they won’t ever go away.

I worry
About my brother,
Whether or not he’ll find his “one and only”
And manage to keep them.

I cry
Over any and some aspects
Of all that is morbid and dark,
Especially those close to my heart.

I am Brenda.

I understand
Everything in life is a double-edged sword,
Tangible or not.

I say
I don’t want to lie,
But sometimes
There are truths that mustn’t be
Spoken or uncovered.

I dream
Of seeing blue,
Sky and ocean and the clouds in between.

I try
To catch some sleep,
For fear I may never regain my mind again.

I hope
To truly achieve what I wish to achieve,
Because then I’d always be a quitter otherwise.

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I Am Brenda

Contributed by Ensis718 on Monday, 3rd September 2012 @ 01:53:33 PM in AEST
Topic: schoolproblems

I am
A girl who understands her true value,
And cannot look away when others are in need.

I wonder
If I’ll ever see old and missing faces
Who happen to be attached to me only by a pair of strings.

I hear
The calls that beckon me to
“Move, move, move”
When I can’t stop looking back.

I see
The light prancing in the dark,
That in a way reminds me
Of a familiar snow white deer against a murky background
That cannot outclass it’s brilliance.

I want
To see what I can be,
What I can become,
Should I the time ever come when
I must follow through and lead.

I am Brenda.

I pretend
I am saving a world,
Or a life everyday,
Because I can't do that in reality.

I feel
My aspects come together
Whenever I am alone,
Each and every one trying to dominate
And stay alive within me.

I touch
The translucent pieces of my remaining apathy,
Hoping that they won’t ever go away.

I worry
About my brother,
Whether or not he’ll find his “one and only”
And manage to keep them.

I cry
Over any and some aspects
Of all that is morbid and dark,
Especially those close to my heart.

I am Brenda.

I understand
Everything in life is a double-edged sword,
Tangible or not.

I say
I don’t want to lie,
But sometimes
There are truths that mustn’t be
Spoken or uncovered.

I dream
Of seeing blue,
Sky and ocean and the clouds in between.

I try
To catch some sleep,
For fear I may never regain my mind again.

I hope
To truly achieve what I wish to achieve,
Because then I’d always be a quitter otherwise.

I am Brenda.

Copyright Â© Ensis718 ... [ 2012-09-03 13:53:33]
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