Just As It Is

November 27, 2012
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.

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chiann white said...
Dec. 18, 2012 at 3:24 pm
Laine that is the most touching one i have heard since the poem rest on angel wings
. said...
Dec. 7, 2012 at 10:05 pm
Very interesting article! Great job!!!
JeremiahSamuelTemple said...
Dec. 7, 2012 at 6:31 pm
Ah, but life is not a game, nor a test, but is something else entirely we give it names, but words can never do.
Laine521 replied...
Dec. 7, 2012 at 7:02 pm
But is something without words to identify it, actually something?
Godzilla555 replied...
Dec. 8, 2012 at 7:13 pm
I'd say yes. We can give something a name. The problem is when we try to define it.
writerlady14_ said...
Dec. 7, 2012 at 4:27 pm
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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