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redo, poem format
By: Logan Dean Symington on 3/23/2002; 11:06 PM

I figure I would start off with giving you guys some of my favorite poems(yes, I wrote them). and it would be great if you could make me a author, but don't inclue my middle name if possible. Anyway, I found out about this site from a close aquaintance of mine, by the name of Damn Goood, er..no.. that's not it, it's Dawn Good, yes that's what it is. I'm 20, I'm a hippy with sense, I am ALSO lazy and a procrastinator, and my life is filled with stuph, but enough about my background who wants to hear about that anyway!??!?!?! LEts get on with the good stuff, the dirt, yes, the content, here you go.

Descent into Insanity



Scraming always, never ending

Expectations, accusations burning

My life is a vise, squeezing

relentlessly

Tighter, tighter and TIGHTER

What?...No pressure?

A release

Happiness is here again

Look at the faceless, staring fools!

I can not be touched where I am

Where am I?



Time machine



Time? What is it?

Just a human invention

created in a mind

existing in many



If time is just an Idea,

how can we travel it?

We use the same device that created time.

What? the Mind?



An old man reflecting

his entire life

wonders why so short a time

he has had.



His mind

converting decades

to mere seconds

as he wonders...





Is it all just a dream?

I dream reality

reality is never a dream

it is a nightmare

ending one day

once I wake up.



To wake up

To rise from this sleep

is all I wish for

Being awake is being Free

no more people no more things



I was awake once

Then it was peaceful

Then I was at peace

how wonderful



I fell asleep one day

the day of my conception

I await patiently

for the end to my slumber.



Soon, soon I will awaken

withing this century for certain

nobody sleeps forever

everybody wakes up someday

The system changed the format of my poem, so I had to redo it.

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