2/27/11
My heart is cold
Feel the drift
The beat of stone
It only slips
With a spark
A flame is born
Melt away the dark
This type is scarred
Pretend it's real
Love me, hate
Turn me into steel.
If I could relate,
then I can feel
If only fate,
had eyes and ears.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Shadow | 0 | 10/04/2011 |
| Deep Thought | 0 | 10/04/2011 |
| Something Uncommon | 1 | 10/04/2011 |
| Short Story -10/1/11- | 0 | 10/04/2011 |
| Alive in My Soul | 0 | 10/04/2011 |
| When I Cry | 1 | 10/04/2011 |
| Last Wall -9/28/11- | 0 | 10/04/2011 |
| My Sanity -10/16/10- | 2 | 10/03/2011 |
| 6/8/11 | 0 | 10/03/2011 |
| 2/27/11 | 0 | 10/03/2011 |
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