Poet In The Jar Diaries: From The Storm

Wednesday, May 6

From The Storm

We all have different dreams
Why don't you see?
That your vision of ideal
isn't perfect to me
Let me see the world
and feel

Let me take my time

I'll never be tame
but I just might come out
to eat from your hand

every once in a while

I'll be wild in my dreams
You'll be calm in yours
Maybe sometime we'll collide
And make something beautiful

from the storm

3 comments:

AyanMay 6, 2009 at 8:22 AM
"I'll be wild in my dreams
You'll be calm in yours
Maybe sometime we'll collide
And make something beautiful

from the storm"

WoW!! Delight to read a piece from you after so long!!! I loved loved those lines up there!!!!

Gr8 Job!! :D
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RoccariMay 6, 2009 at 5:12 PM
"I'll never be tame
but I just might come out
to eat from your hand"

I like <3
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Poet In The JarMay 12, 2009 at 12:07 PM
Thanks so much!
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My world is like a glass jar that isolates me from the rest of the world, and the glass is the cover that life has placed on my eyes. Inside it I am the poet who hasn't decided whether the lid should be opened or closed - if reality should be welcomed inside, or if madness should be let out.

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