Poetry thread

What have you done, I can't stop.

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I dream of worlds, the world's a dream,
I am not sure of what to seem.

I think then feel, not feel and act,
You sense my feelings, they do lack.

It is not true, the range is more,
You do not sense my body's store.

The hidden pain, the world's a strain,
It all just rubs against the grain.

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I hid away, for years and more,
From myself I hid the store.

Until at last, it fell apart,
Contents strewn around the cart.

Journey stopped, the mess to clear,
All my thoughts I held so dear,

Desperately I looked to see,
For a better way to be.

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Impatiently it seemed so slow,
Yet in time ideas may grow.

The store so full, of things I've seen,
Dreams - of what could have been.

Through mist and fog, a vision came,
I should not carry all the blame.

Words and more, reset the score,
I washed the mess across the floor.

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Integration, strange sensation,
To myself I have relation.

The store once more, an open door,
Can hold me now I feel quite sure.

Reality, it seems more clear,
Truthfulness - I hold so dear,

I wish to be, I wish to see,
I hide no more, I am me.

I think you just had the wrong audience before (your ref to an English lit class).  These all resonate with me so much and feel really powerful.

I think you just had the wrong audience before (your ref to an English lit class).  These all resonate with me so much and feel really powerful.