Life Poems

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Try as I might words don't come out all these things inside the pen refuses to write;
All my dreams of yesterday are just a touch away my wings are spread out ready to take off in a quick flight;
Wandering in the darkness of my mind searching for a spark to give this life a reason to continue dreaming, here I am scribbling away the thoughts that refuse to come alive;

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native girl February 27, 2009 - 11:37 am

cool beans

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native girl February 27, 2009 - 11:38 am

man this poem is really cool

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hussein March 18, 2009 - 2:18 am

this poet is very nice and life is to give this life a reason

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sir cool February 24, 2011 - 7:37 am

this poem is the best poem i’v ever read 🙂

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Seanman March 13, 2018 - 8:02 am

Yes gives me life

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