Wednesday, October 5, 2011

I Made Myself...


I made myself an island
And carved its edges mild
I made myself an island
But It still became the wild
I made myself an island
Safe from all the waves
I made myself an island
Where I’ll dig my grave
I made myself an island
And it stands here still, alone
I made myself an island
When I really want a home
I made myself an island
And my walls became the sea
I made myself an island
Oh Lord what’s become of me?
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6 comments:

  1. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryOctober 5, 2011 at 10:12 a.m.

    an island is a lovely place to be,
    charming piece.

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  2. Ann LeFloreOctober 5, 2011 at 11:40 a.m.

    I hope one day you will allow people to enter your islands and not live the rest of your life alone
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/03/memories-and-photographs-of-you/

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  3. ShonEjaiOctober 6, 2011 at 8:01 p.m.

    An absolutely powerful poem this is! I love the concept and how you built upon it with each line. No man is an island...as the somg goes. Beautiful poem!

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  4. AnonymousOctober 7, 2011 at 10:28 p.m.

    This was inspiring! thanks for sharing. so many people feel this way and sometimes letting people in is all we have to do, myself included.

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  5. Brian MillerOctober 8, 2011 at 4:16 p.m.

    excellent use of repitition...powerful in its delivery...well spun...

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  6. Jingle Poetry At Olive GardenDecember 6, 2011 at 9:58 p.m.

    superb job.



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