Who Am I but Who I Am

June 9, 2009
By Brian Hough SILVER, Haverhill, Massachusetts
Brian Hough SILVER, Haverhill, Massachusetts
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I am curious, peculiar
I wonder how it all began
I hear the fairies, their whispers in my ear
I see the cloud, it’s blowing cool air, chilling my soul
I want an adventure, fireworks and all
I am curious, peculiar.

I pretend to control, the puppeteer maneuvering strings
I feel tearful, thinking about those fairies
I touch the cloud, and the cool air turns warm
I worry of the future, darkening the storm’s light
I cry upon the face of the darkness
I am curious, peculiar.

I understand it’s supposed to be a mystery, until tomorrow.
I say I’ll be fine, that I understand why I can’t know
I dream to understand, to stop following a pace not of my own
I try to catch up, to make it on my own
I hope I can do it
I am curious, peculiar.

The author's comments:
One of those "I am" poems that a lot of people tend to write. Relatively standard.

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on Jun. 23 2009 at 4:50 am
xXsmileXx PLATINUM, St. Louis, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"Your dreams only become intangible when you stop reaching" ~me ;)

All I can say is...WHOA!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE this poem!!


on Jun. 22 2009 at 4:36 am
ShernayB. DIAMOND, Southfield, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"Some things will never change"---Tupac

I really like how you refrain "I am curious, peculiar" It captures my attention. Great job!

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