March 6, 2010
By cassielyn3 BRONZE, Shirley, Massachusetts
cassielyn3 BRONZE, Shirley, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream ~ Edgar Allen Poe

Sometimes I question whether I’ll
Die with a pen in my hand because
Truth be told
I must write the truth and as I lay here
Dear God,
Am I dead?
Pray to the ceiling since it’s hard to see past
Wooden walls and clouded textures
Falling back into my memory
Wondering if tomorrow will come
I’m only sixteen and you wouldn’t believe
All the things I’ve seen.
This world is perverted
As the old man down the street
Takes a peek at my twelve year old neighbor,
That could have been me.
But all I do is watch and question
What am I doing here?
Am I dead?
Dear God,
Since roses have thorns and I’ve kissed them gingerly
Ink feels as thick as blood
Words on paper.
Sometimes I question if I’ll die
With a pen in my hand
And now I know.

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Kay4theRoses said...
on Jun. 11 2010 at 8:29 am
Kay4theRoses, O&#39brien, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"all's fair in love and war." And "Beware of a fat man whose belly doesn't jiggle when he laughs."-A Chinese philosopher. =)

thought provokeing.

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