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Not What They Appear

Contributed by waos on Thursday, 9th September 2004 @ 10:35:54 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



A mask upon the features,
a facade, the only thing in sight.
This aching creature
is struggling to fight.
A screen, a mask; a dam
work to hold the contents in.
But soon, be afraid, the flood may overflow
and release all that's kept within.

Things aren't what they appear.
Beneath that facade there's a girl
who heard the screams as she clamped her hands upon her ears.
Beneath that facade there's a girl,
who silently cried invisible tears.
Things just aren't what they appear.

Tend the budding flower,
pour into the proper mold.
Bask beneath a shower,
and forget it's feeling cold.
Cracks form in the surface
and weeds of truth push through.
Find in the growth a purpose
and figure out the right thing to do.

Things aren't what they appear.
In that mold, beneath those cracks, there's a girl
who screamed inside each day she woke.
In that mold, beneath those cracks, there's a girl
who pushed against it till it broke.
Things just aren't what they appear.




Copyright © waos ... [ 2004-09-09 22:35:54]
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Re: Not What They Appear (User Rating: 1 )
by Jeanetta on Thursday, 9th September 2004 @ 10:41:01 PM AEST
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it is important for us to realize that things aren't what they appear, and to try an nurture the hidden within us all...a nice read...i enjoyed it.


Re: Not What They Appear (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 9th September 2004 @ 10:45:23 PM AEST
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Remarkable write.
luv, huggs, smiles,
emy


Re: Not What They Appear (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Thursday, 9th September 2004 @ 11:17:20 PM AEST
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excellent write as always. youre right, some things arent as they appear.


Re: Not What They Appear (User Rating: 1 )
by Bohemian_with_a_pen on Friday, 10th September 2004 @ 06:33:56 AM AEST
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awesome


Re: Not What They Appear (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Friday, 10th September 2004 @ 04:28:43 PM AEST
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oooooh I really, really liked this. This was
beautiful, but struck me as very sad. Is this
poem you wrote for school? If so I would
stamp a big A on it. I really liked the part with
the shower and "forgetting" that its cold. An
excellent poem.

Bobo (Joel)




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