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My fingers choose the path
They write what they please
With no regards to me

On a canvas of white
They become artists
Sculpting their minds
In plain sight for all to see
With no regards to me

A lonely typewriter
As their accomplice
They move at random
Strokes of freedom
It is inspiration that lets them be
Still, with no regard to me

A clear bright day
The moon shone bright
My fingers can create eternity
Turn the sun into night
Give hope to a dying society
Sadly, with no regard to me

They can create love
Children, family, and a God above
My fingers could tell you a story
You would never believe
Bestow upon you glory
With no regard to me

So I sit intently
And give it me best try
I give into their words
Their request I can not deny
They are my cure, my sanity
One day, they will respect me

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My Fingers

Contributed by jyssvw on Friday, 29th April 2005 @ 01:16:20 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

I have become the words I write
My fingers choose the path
They write what they please
With no regards to me

On a canvas of white
They become artists
Sculpting their minds
In plain sight for all to see
With no regards to me

A lonely typewriter
As their accomplice
They move at random
Strokes of freedom
It is inspiration that lets them be
Still, with no regard to me

A clear bright day
The moon shone bright
My fingers can create eternity
Turn the sun into night
Give hope to a dying society
Sadly, with no regard to me

They can create love
Children, family, and a God above
My fingers could tell you a story
You would never believe
Bestow upon you glory
With no regard to me

So I sit intently
And give it me best try
I give into their words
Their request I can not deny
They are my cure, my sanity
One day, they will respect me

Copyright © jyssvw ... [ 2005-04-29 13:16:20]
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Re: My Fingers (User Rating: 1 )
by glu1 on Friday, 29th April 2005 @ 01:21:00 PM AEST
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Inspirational, what a great poem!
I love the line 'a lonley typewriter', brilliant metaphor

Re: My Fingers (User Rating: 1 )
by stinger on Friday, 29th April 2005 @ 02:21:48 PM AEST
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great poem! i think all poets can relate.

Re: My Fingers (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 29th April 2005 @ 07:49:52 PM AEST
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'One day they will respect me'

I think they already do....let it out...great read

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