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Array ( [sid] => 29152 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Untitled.. coudln't think of a title for it [time] => 2003-12-11 15:07:15 [hometext] => Someone made me feel bad so i wrote about it [bodytext] => I sit and think of all the time flying by
All the time I wished away for something that isn't
something that cannot be

I'm not interesting like the rest
somethings never there with me

I'm Weird
I'm DUMB
I can't see things within the grasp of the sun

I dream of things that are to come
I speak of things
I don't always understand

I know what I want
I don't know who I am

JENNA [comments] => 5 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 32 [informant] => PhantomVampyress [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
Untitled.. coudln't think of a title for it

Contributed by PhantomVampyress on Thursday, 11th December 2003 @ 03:07:15 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



I sit and think of all the time flying by
All the time I wished away for something that isn't
something that cannot be

I'm not interesting like the rest
somethings never there with me

I'm Weird
I'm DUMB
I can't see things within the grasp of the sun

I dream of things that are to come
I speak of things
I don't always understand

I know what I want
I don't know who I am

JENNA




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Re: Untitled.. coudln't think of a title for it (User Rating: 1 )
by Jellybellyprincess on Thursday, 11th December 2003 @ 04:08:12 PM AEST
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This is a bit different than the run of the mill self-perception poem..... it's not too cliche I don't think. I have a title suggestion.... may I? Well, since this is about looking at yourself in a negative way, I'd suggest "Why Can't I Be...?" Just a thought =)
It was a lovely write Jenna ; )
God bless,
Ellen


Re: Untitled.. coudln't think of a title for it (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Thursday, 11th December 2003 @ 06:22:35 PM AEST
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sounds like me. I hope you wrote all yer anger against this person out. Keep yer chin up and don't let stupid, careless, unfeeling, ppl get u down...

Bobo (Joel)


Re: Untitled.. coudln't think of a title for it (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Friday, 12th December 2003 @ 01:39:41 AM AEST
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well done..


Re: Untitled.. coudln't think of a title for it (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on Friday, 12th December 2003 @ 12:54:09 PM AEST
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Good write...

If I may, I also have a title suggestion....

how about:

"Within The Grasp of The Sun"


Re: Untitled.. coudln't think of a title for it (User Rating: 1 )
by eternal_sorrows on Saturday, 13th December 2003 @ 07:55:53 AM AEST
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Yea, I have problems titling my work as well alot of times...lol

Nice write!

ES




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