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Array ( [sid] => 56614 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My Shell [time] => 2004-07-18 09:29:51 [hometext] => I'm sure you can figure this one out :-) [bodytext] => My shell is not an artificial part of me
My shell doesn't act as me instead of me
When you open a cockle, what's resting inside is still a cockle
What's inside my shell is still me
Just an element I prefer to be selfish with
I'm not hiding and I’m not afraid to show what's inside my shell...I just choose not to
I know my personification and I wouldn't be me if I didn't have a shell to share with the world,
I'd be nothing but an empty shell on a sand-filled English beach,
just like all the others,
sculpted round damp sand to imitate a living soul
I wouldn't be me. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 43 [informant] => 8kiwi8 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
My Shell

Contributed by 8kiwi8 on Sunday, 18th July 2004 @ 09:29:51 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



My shell is not an artificial part of me
My shell doesn't act as me instead of me
When you open a cockle, what's resting inside is still a cockle
What's inside my shell is still me
Just an element I prefer to be selfish with
I'm not hiding and I’m not afraid to show what's inside my shell...I just choose not to
I know my personification and I wouldn't be me if I didn't have a shell to share with the world,
I'd be nothing but an empty shell on a sand-filled English beach,
just like all the others,
sculpted round damp sand to imitate a living soul
I wouldn't be me.




Copyright © 8kiwi8 ... [ 2004-07-18 09:29:51]
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Re: My Shell (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Sunday, 18th July 2004 @ 10:00:30 AM AEST
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"you dont know the real me, the shell on the outside is all you see"

This is very similar to your poem i think.
A nice way of putting it.
Good description.
Phil


Re: My Shell (User Rating: 1 )
by 8kiwi8 on Sunday, 18th July 2004 @ 10:15:55 AM AEST
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thanks :-)
Hmmm...it's not really about the real me being covered up, it's about me keeping PART of me to myself. But thankyou :-) x x x


Re: My Shell (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 18th July 2004 @ 06:39:59 PM AEST
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i think we all got a shell. never really though about it be4, but the side of ourselve we show, and aspire to be. though provoking. i like =)


Re: My Shell (User Rating: 1 )
by diamond_tears on Monday, 19th July 2004 @ 05:52:45 PM AEST
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hmmm... makes u think. great poem. very interesting and insightful hehee big words for me :P xxxx


Re: My Shell (User Rating: 1 )
by Broken_Skin on Saturday, 28th August 2004 @ 05:02:00 AM AEST
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Very thought provoking
nice one

x x




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