rm_Young102 41M
129 posts
2/19/2006 12:35 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm


Why everytime I look at the mirror I see a foreign face? Maybe I have become a foreigner to myself?

Why everytime the same questions that come in my mind have different answers?

Why everytime I dive into the heat of a fantacy, I feel my heart frozen?

Why I feel like I'm forgotten from everyone and I can't remember those who have forgotten me? Why I can't even remember my greatest dream?

Why every new question I pose makes me forget the answer of the previous one?

Why all the answers are being forgotten when they remind me the loneliness?

Why do I even have to ask myself if I remember me, if anyone still remembers me, and if I am not totally forgotten?

There won't be an answer in this lonely exile I am standing. And even if there is, it will eventually be forgotten like the excitement of my childish dreams.

© copyright Young102 2006

MaggiesWishes 61F

2/19/2006 7:56 pm

Hold on to your dreams, babyboy. It's the only thing that seperates our reality.

rm_Young102 41M
181 posts
2/20/2006 10:21 am


"It is the dreams that scare me most,
the wind that blows in the silence of grief,
the birds that are flying away and are lost
There is everywhere me, everything is in me
unspoken words, scattered debris
I feel ugly, I feel small, I feel lost
It is the real me that scares me most".

This is from an older poem-post called 'Crypt of a Crime'.

Huggies!!! (and I love your new picture!)

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