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[Guest MyWar]

When you look my way all you see is what isnt ment to be there.

You're eyes fall on mine, you see a mixed up angry girl.

When I walk by you scream a small levee, and take up my space.

When I walk by you I dont swerve so you glare and wonder I'm here.

The image you see, I stomped under my boots way back.

I'm the man I always was, I just need some adjustment.

I might be mixed up and mad but I'm no girl.

My first attempt at a poem in a while, so its not that great. But I thought post it anyway. what do you think?

Punk

[Guest miss kindheart]

My first attempt at a poem in a while, so its not that great. But I thought post it anyway. what do you think?

Punk

Hi Punk

<<< hug >>>

My dad use to call me that

I miss him so much

As for what I think of your poem

I think you are not a girl

I loved the poem

Thank you for allowing me to read it

vanna

[Guest MyWar]

I'm glad you like my poem, I might post some more. And Punk was my grandpa's nickname for me.

[Guest Soran Vs]

I like it. Its simple yet I can so easily relate to it, and I can almost feel.. some sort of unintended emotional depth from it.

Wow.. What I just wrote makes no sense. But in short, I liked it and thought it was very well executed.

[Guest MyWar]

Thanks! Though I dont know if I think there's much depth to it, ha.

Punk

[Guest therisa]

When you look my way all you see is what isnt ment to be there.

You're eyes fall on mine, you see a mixed up angry girl.

When I walk by you scream a small levee, and take up my space.

When I walk by you I dont swerve so you glare and wonder I'm here.

The image you see, I stomped under my boots way back.

I'm the man I always was, I just need some adjustment.

I might be mixed up and mad but I'm no girl.

My first attempt at a poem in a while, so its not that great. But I thought post it anyway. what do you think?

Punk

It's a honest expression of your emotions, which you convey to reader and thats what poetry is. Least, in my lexicon, it is.

[Guest Donna Jean]

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Personally, I like ....it's who you are to the world...

More....ok?

Huggs

Donna Jean

[Guest MyWar]

well thank you both. i started writing another, its in the same vein as this one. i'll post it later tonight.

and therisa, i read a few of your poems you posted, theyre awsome!

Punk

[Guest therisa]

well thank you both. i started writing another, its in the same vein as this one. i'll post it later tonight.

and therisa, i read a few of your poems you posted, theyre awsome!

Punk

Thanks, Punk.

[Guest Cowboy]

I liked it, and could relate a lot to it.

Good work.

Cowboy

[Guest MyWar]

Thanks Cowboy.

And here's my other poem.

Soft voices scream misplaced words of comfort,

They pick away at my self.

I can't help but hear the condicending blather.

I've heard you try so many times

To explain to me the nature of your voilence.

You say its what a man is;

Your eyes are red and puffy.

When you make me out to be a joke,

I smile, I laugh,

And yet you say some gesture portrays

Offence brought on by your words.

Everytime I try to talk,

You wont hear it.

You take everything as if

Each utterince has some secret meaning;

I can never just mean what I say.