Wow, this is really good! The last two lines speak the most to me Just thought I'd check out your gallery and look at some more of your awesome poetry!

thank you very much.
I'd like the think I've been getting better
over the past 2 years but it's always
nice to have people interested in my
older stuff.

xo!

shit, son. i really do love your stuff.

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So I'll fall in love with music and make love to art, though they've no arms to hold me they know my heart <3

word?
thanks, dawg.

xo!

Rather then trying to read every poem of yours, I decided to go back to the beginning to see if you kicked ass then too. You did. I may one day make it all the way through one day, I may not. But I want to say thank you, not only for kicking ass, but for making me realize how much I have yet to write.


Damn.

wow. thank you.

xo!

wow... this one's been here a while, though it was your update that brought it to my attention.

it's got a lot going on... like the line about the "bright lights of the big city," it's kinda vibrant but also frustrated. a poem that knows its limits. gorgeous close

much obliged

I'm going through my (very)
old stuff and editing.

thanks for checking it out.


xo!

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an antique arms and armor expert

You thought it was bad
being imaginary,
but you never even worried about
being poorly conceived.

sometimes I think I'd rather be imaginary

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~*~We Survive What We Can't Change~*~
Regrets are mistakes you don't learn from
Surrender to the Truth: [link]
Believe the Lie: [link]

I imagined a city/town full of people pretending to be someone other than themselves.

These days that doesn't surprise me. It's easy for a woman to pick up a magazine in a grocery store and mentally escape herself by looking at pictures of airbrushed models. It seems like so many men and women both are trying to run away from who they are.

So one of my bigger goals in life is to embrace who I am, and so far it's going well. :)

I like the last two lines in the second stanza. I thought of someone pretending, but doing a poor job of it. Superficiality, maybe?

The last stanza is very powerful. It's definitely my favourite part. It's sad, but at the same time I'm glad this person realized the truth. The truth is something I treasure because it's real.

Nice work, Shane.

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