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Friday, January 11, 2008


poem
dams
by me

There are two small streams
On two sides of the street
They remind me of
The mind

Two things are in the mind
Like streams they flow
One is the good things
And one is the bad

The good flows without problem
Nothing to can stop it
It is happy
It is free

The bad is stopped up
By will power
It is sad
It is pushed away

You try to shun it
You want to forget
Not feeling the bad
So you built a dam

Behind the dam is the bad
It is horrid to look at
So you only show the good
Even if it is just a trickling creek

The small flowing water
Is the only one shown
A forced smile or fake happiness
There is no pain seen

The clouded still water
Is stopped up by the spite
And hateful words people say
As if they were logs


But they can’t hide the bad forever
It shows in small ways
A sad smile
Empty eyes

Your mind is in turmoil
Not knowing what to do
Or who to turn to
Not wanting them to laugh

And in your mind
You ask yourself
“Should I Tell?”
“Should I Speak?”

Someone comes
You trip
They laugh
And you snap

Your mind is in pain
The dam is breaking
Your mask is falling
Your true self shows

No one is laughing
And you scream
As the tears fall down
Streaking your face

Then everything calms
As you sit down sobbing
No one says a thing
And you look up and stare

You start rebuilding the dam
On the empty stream
The bad will surly come
As it always dose

But then someone comes
And lends a hand
And Along with it friendship
Which is all you ever wanted

So rid your self
Of the bad
And from the lies
And Find the good you didnt think was there


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