The Bond Between Thinker and Doer

January 23, 2012
By Anonymous

He only exists on paper,
As a figment of imagination.
Blazing blue eyes,
Their pupils fiery;
Jeans, black tee, and tennis shoes,
His daily outfit;
Rippling muscles and ragged scars,
They tell his strength, his pain, his power;
Shaggy black hair,
Hangs in his face;
And an array of smiles,
Each a different emotion to share.
Though a stubborn pain at times,
He’s my outlet.
Like a journal,
Or a diary,
His story is run by my emotion.
My anger and rage is his,
My pain and toil felt by him.
He is passionate,
And rebellious,
Assertive,
And protective.
He is what I am,
Or wish to be.
No one could understand the bond,
Between the thinker and the doer,
Except maybe another.


The author's comments:
This was for a poety thing in my english class, 'write a poem about someone you know', so I chose the person I know best.

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on Feb. 1 2012 at 5:22 pm
PoetryAngel14 PLATINUM, Ithaca, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Dare to be imperfect and one day there will tug at your sleeve a soulmate." ~Robert Brault
"Life is like riding a bicycle - in order to keep your balance, you must keep moving." ~Albert Einstein

Wow amazing...that picture looks exactly like my ex boyfriend's hand on top and mine underneath...hee hee...anyway really great job I love the imagery :)




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