Walking...
I am taking a stroll down memory lane when I was young and longed for fame. It was because I had not seen much. I was isolated, brainwashed, and figured life pretty much sucked. That is when I would take a walk in my own shoes. A walk to get away from all that abuse and misuse because I didn't need their excuse. I detached myself from my problems and pain, when I went walking, walking in my own lane.Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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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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