Duality MAG

By Nadia T., Palm Bay, FL

A churning mind knew no deep breath
Until a panging heart knocked on its door
The busy mind recognized
The eager heart’s sincerity
As some form of intrusion
And thus let it enter on in
It knew its mistake
One easily made
By the witty and deprived
The wrenching heart prodded and pulled at
The mind’s worn places
The mind made note of the heart’s many gaping cavities
The heart’s invasion
Soon became the mind’s new weapon
Against itself
The heart knew too
Of its strong arsenal

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i love this so much!

on Feb. 16 2012 at 9:54 pm
Kingdom_of_the_Forgotten GOLD, Ogden, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
"Time, the cradle of hope.... Wisdom walks before it, opportunity with it, and repentance behind it: he that has made it his friend will have little to fear from his enemies, but he that has made it his enemy will have little to hope from his friends." ~Charles Caleb Colton

I really like this poem, but I found it a tad hard to read. Maybe try using a little punctuation?

on Feb. 13 2009 at 3:15 pm
Brilliant use of words.


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