Saturday, March 22, 2008
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I am me
I am a personI live & breathI sing and danceI hurt and cryJust like youI hug and KissI laugh and loveI don't ask whyUnlike you.I am me with feelingsDon't judge meYou don't know meDon't kick meWhen I am downDon't play meI'm no foolI am unlike heI am me.
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Comments (6)
I like the style of your poetry.
@Agreus - Thank-you!
I wondered if anybody could make sense of it.....but then its me and it doesn't matter really what others think...as long as I am happy with it! 
You are right. It is about what makes you happy.
@lovelostforever3 - Yes! thanks!
Dear Hope:
"Learning to Live". Second line typo, should be "here IT comes again". Even without the definition of the poem, these feelings are most universal. My favorite lines are the last, with a concluding rhyme:
"one day at a time,
is all i can give,
one day at a time
while i learn to live"
"Too Young" Very heartfelt and emotional, however the speaker's problems are addressed, but not the subject's. If you have time, read my poem "No Stroke of Luck" (it's a long one and was very difficult to write) where I finally attempt to come to terms with my mother's stroke and eventual death and the fact that I stopped seeing her thinking she was a 'vegetable' for the last two years of her life.
"Time" Your "style" as I see in these few poems, is to give an emotional response in few words, almost as a letter to yourself or your subject. (11th line typo: happiness) I like the repetition of the phrase "don't blink".
"Tired" A time honored subject, but certainly not presented in a "tiring" way.
"I am Me" This reminds me somewhat of a poem I wrote a long time ago. Very emboldened.
Good work.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool
@baldmike2004 - THank you for taking the time to read a critique. I wonder what people get from what I write. My fingers (aka the typos) often don't work at the same time as my brain. I ramble these out in Word and C&P into xanga. I usually add to change poems when the mood strikes. Often thigs will get changed for the better I hope!
HUGS!