
01-11-2009, 06:56 AM
I have always liked writing poetry as a way of relaxing. If people want to tell me what they think, or tell me what they are about, give it a try.
oh... and none of my poems have titles because i hate titles...
lives change, and people grow.
memories fade, and eventually die.
friends drift away both out of site and out of mind.
years go by and time goes on.
then the end comes, and it all becomes clear.
the memories flood into your head for one brief moment.
then it all fades away... lost forever...
but is this the end of the story?
or the end of the prologue...
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quietly i sit and listen,
to the sounds around me
the sound of your heart,
the movement of the air around you
your slow steady breathing.
everything sounds differently, and everything has a sound
even silence has a sound...
Last edited by mano; 01-11-2009 at 06:58 AM..
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