Just As It Is

November 27, 2012
By Laine521 BRONZE, Austin, Texas
Laine521 BRONZE, Austin, Texas
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The sun is my only friend
as I stand here alone
The wind my only blanket
for no other I have known
My mind is the only canvas
to paint pictures of the world
My spirit likes to dance
and with it the daisies twirl
My heart is lost at sea
killed by the absent knife
And so I play the game alone
The game many call life.


The author's comments:
This story can be interpreted in many ways. I like that about poetry. It feeds the creative minds.

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chiann white said...
on Dec. 18 2012 at 3:24 pm
Laine that is the most touching one i have heard since the poem rest on angel wings

on Dec. 8 2012 at 7:13 pm
JeremiahSamuelTemple BRONZE, Monroe, Louisiana
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Favorite Quote:
"I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched." ~ Edgar Allan Poe

I'd say yes. We can give something a name. The problem is when we try to define it.

. said...
on Dec. 7 2012 at 10:05 pm
Very interesting article! Great job!!!

on Dec. 7 2012 at 7:02 pm
Laine521 BRONZE, Austin, Texas
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But is something without words to identify it, actually something?

on Dec. 7 2012 at 6:31 pm
JeremiahSamuelTemple BRONZE, Monroe, Louisiana
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Favorite Quote:
"I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched." ~ Edgar Allan Poe

Ah, but life is not a game, nor a test, but is something else entirely we give it names, but words can never do.

on Dec. 7 2012 at 4:27 pm
ldiercks_14 SILVER, Minneapolis, Kansas
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Favorite Quote:
lack of faith is fatal.

This was an amazing piece of art. Keep up the great work, I hope to see more on the popular page very, very soon.


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