March 31, 2010
By bAmb3R BRONZE, Amarillo, Texas
bAmb3R BRONZE, Amarillo, Texas
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Sitting in her lawn chair
Pen and paper her only friends
No one is allowed near her
For she can’t let them see her fear
She refuses to get close
she shares her secrets with her notebook
Playing games only with her own heart
She dances to her own music
And is only herself when she’s alone
Everyone stays at arm distance
For that’s where she wants them to be
Getting too close would make her vulnerable
Her naked flesh visible for them to see
She’s never been scared of spiders
Nor of monsters in her closet
Her only fear is of being left
Left with only her notebook
Full with secrets with no one to tell

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on Sep. 18 2014 at 11:49 am
EmilytheBelleofA. DIAMOND, Athens, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
To love is to be vulnerable; Triumph is born out of struggle; We notice shadows most when they stand alone in the midst of overwhelming light.

Oh, wow. i love this. I can connect to it, so much. I can't believe that no-one has comented on this yet; I hope more people will, because you deserve it. You have such a talent and greatness in you; I hope you already know that. Never give up, please; keep going on. Your poem is absolutely beautiful and yet rather sad, but I can connect to it a lot. You are so talented, and you do have a talent. You are a wonderful and talented writer and person. Thank you, thank you so much for sharing this. ^_^


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