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Cool, Calm, and Collected
Contributed by
DanMWinters
on
Thursday, 19th November 2009 @ 11:22:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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There is a man who is calm and collected
He plays it cool, he is never affected
His discipline is boundless, without ends
Though rage may strike
He treats all alike
To emotions level, he never descends
This discipline cannot be learned
Through long, hard years it was slowly earned
Caused by people he hated with passion
In old days it would be let out
In his youth hed scream and shout
And this would calm him, after a fashion
Over the years these emotions faded
His passion dimmed, he became more jaded
Until he could hardly himself, express
Hed let feelings fester and rot
Ignore girls he liked; say he didnt have a shot
He honestly thought this was best
One day, maybe, something will trigger
The discipline will fight, but his needs will be bigger
Hell find someone, somewhere, who he must have
Until that day, no one will know
Where his thoughts are, where his mind blows
He just sits there, unreadable, and occasionally laughs
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Re: Cool, Calm, and Collected
(User Rating: 1 )
by spud on
Thursday, 19th November 2009 @ 11:55:09 AM AEST
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Hi,
This is a fine write about cocooning oneself in a
hard shell - protected from the real world -
untouchable!
Yet .... sadly .... missing so much!
Well written.
Tommy
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Re: Cool, Calm, and Collected
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by longhaircg on
Thursday, 19th November 2009 @ 03:37:07 PM AEST
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I agree its sad to be so shielded from the life of all others sometimes it finds you dont miss out on that sweet hello and smile, it might wind up to be the, one ,after awhile.
with that said I liked your writng,
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