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My Own Thoughts
You think
that I'm thinking,
and I am.
Just . . .
not quite
what you think
that I'm thinking.
Because . . .
I think
that this
isn't quite what I need
to be learning,
and I'd rather
be writing
be reading
be dreaming.
I would rather be
finding
my own way,
than sitting
and trying
to find
meaning
in this thing
where I don't think
there's any meaning at all.
I was never meant for stone walls.
Give me a framework
if you must.
But then let me go.
Please-
I'm tired
Of this paint-by-number game.
Please.
Give me my pencil
my paper
my book.
I'm tired of thinking
What you want me to think.
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Comment by: - 2006-07-22 14:46
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| Another great strong read. Your fatigue shows in your writing at the games that people play. |
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| This is excellent. "Iā??m tired of thinking /What you want me to think." This is great, these lines are the essence of the poem. It's very well written. I love it. |
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| Great poem, I definitely agree with it. Love the rhythm. |
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Comment by: - 2006-06-26 11:06
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| Great pattern and rythmn to this, well done. |
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| twisty, finger clicking, rhythm-hitting piece that swings from start to finish. man, this was cool |
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