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[PaintedDiary]

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[Terence]

Hi Beth, you seemed like a fun person when I read your intro and some posts. Now I see, from this playful poem, you have a lot of talent as well. I very much look forward to more of your work.

Terence

[Beth Castillo]

Thank-you Terrence ... I'd much rather be fun than annoying ... altho I've been known to be both ... and thank-you for your compliment on my poem.

The Following Text Is Quoted:

Originally Posted by Mysty

I guess I make mistakes aplenty
could be because I am no longer twenty?
I begin to ponder my mortality
and often wonder if I will be a fatality.

I am often truculently disposed
to argue right from wrong, I chose
to listen only to my heart
and have answers stored so I don't come apart.

I am stubborn when I know I am right,
this happens often when I fight
that folks begin to learn
the way my mind turns and churns.

I often want to have my own way
because I am tired of following everyone else's say.
When is it going to be my turn
for all the ease of life ,by now, I should have earned.

Yeah sometimes I feel really greedy
and lonely and tired and awful needy.
And sometimes I am wise beyond my years
it shows during the quiet of my lonely tears.



This here is my alter ego..... and it is the 20 lines requested. Was fun to do and there are soooo many great poems in here despite being over 20 lines. I have enjoyed them all ... Nomad your work is sure maturing ... Me thinks you have come into your own hon.... Awesome work lately. Mango and JolieH and Kit and Miss C .... Everyone really Awesome writes and Thank you all for the wonderful peeks into You.

Love Mysty

Mysty ... I totally missed your poem when I posted mine. It's very lovely ... alter ego, eh? I think you sound like a normal person ... whatever normal is ...

[PaintedDiary]

Everyone....thank you for sharing windows to see some of you and the poems have been simply wonderful! We have such a beautiful community!

PD

[butchiesmom]

Anger buried deep inside, created scars inside and out.
A childhood of pain and hidden secrets had me wishing for love.
Tender soul wounded deep, mirrors reflected the pain inside.
A lifetime of pain and sorrow covered what was really there.

Accusations generated threats, pushed a gentle mind into chaos.
Please don’t touch, don’t speak, don’t look at me, you’re not safe!
Were words which couldn’t be spoken, so they couldn’t be heard.
Ten years of terror, locked in a depression so deep, no light was seen.

One person lost within that nightmare, had to be defined again.
Who am I now? Who do I want to be? Why should I care about me?
Emotions, dammed up inside, left no tears for my grandson when he died.
One night that dam gave way; ten years of tears took hours to spill.

Who am I now? As before, a lover of words, a dreamer of dreams.
Barriers have been breached, offenses imagined or not, examined.
I know who I am. I look in the mirror and like what I see.
Not weird…unique. Talented, caring, loving, generous. I am me.

[nomadicrhymer]

Wonderful collection of poems in this thread...I love it!

Nomad

[PaintedDiary]

The Following Text Is Quoted:

Originally Posted by nomadicrhymer

Wonderful collection of poems in this thread...I love it!

Nomad

I agree Ms Nomad.....these poems are priceless! Very unique, raw, and very real from the abyss. I thank everyone who posted a "This Is Me" poem and letting us again look into the windows of you.

PD

[Sally Roberts]

"Who Is Sally"

There is enough from all of me
that could fill a million pages,
Sometimes I am misunderstood.
Though I've been known for many ages.

One minute I can be glad, or sad,
Sometimes without a reason,
But to my friends my brightness shines
which's quite uniquely pleasin'

In loveliness my heart brings forth
a touch of forest green,
A goddess grove where I abide
so quiet and serene.

A place of love I long to stay
on Mother's forest lawn
And sing the songs of praise
to her, from me, I'm Forestdawn

But who Is Sally really?
At giggling I'm a pro.
Yet, In all the greatest of respects
The world will never know.