Joined: 19 Oct 2009
Posts: 55
Location: United Kingdom
Potential
I had potential then,
In such places my mind traveled,
with what whims I carried,
what desires lay there,
in the places I travel I lay bare
unsought by justice
and
without prayer,
What potential I had,
was left buried there.
in the unright mind,
clung I,
say you with the fair colored hair,
What desires say ye
to the potential I bare.
Oh, Sweet crime what had I done
but write of truths,
never said by silenced mouths
of women oppressed by the sex they love. _________________ Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
Sat Sep 24, 2011 3:36 am
Eilidh Moderators
Joined: 09 Apr 2005
Posts: 1880
((((((((((((((Xora))))))))))))))
My gut reaction to this was: People are more than their sex or gender. How did we ever get to a point in history in which love has become a crime?
Keep writing.
~Eilidh
Sat Oct 01, 2011 1:52 am
jade547
Joined: 05 Aug 2007
Posts: 523
Location: swindon - uk
mmm well as this is the 8th time of reading this poem, i guess i am drawn to it, not sure why, guess i just like it. Beautifully written
Sun Oct 02, 2011 12:54 pm
Xora
Joined: 19 Oct 2009
Posts: 55
Location: United Kingdom
Thank you (: _________________ Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
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