Mistakes...
It is an inescapable part of life that is never pleasant to the sight. It is impossible to avoid, just like how a kid yearns for a toy. It is uncontrollable, unmerciful, and unfortunate that there is no escape door. It would be nice if people were perfefct, but would that make anything worth it? Somehting so inescapable, so irreplaceable, so undesirable yet learning from it makes us as humans grow.Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
GJ231’s Poems (3)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Waiting... | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Mistakes... | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Walking... | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
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