Untitled by john carter

		Author Name: johncarter	4 Comments
		Date Added: March 27, 2008 14:03:40	Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Clingers

We all have a rock to which we cling to

Worn out finger tips and bitter tears

From holding on to our rock of fears.

Insanity is a room we enter with an open mind

The door is closed so freely.

The outstretched arms and finger tips

Are just the friends that remember

And linger long enough in the mind

For that mental surrender.

I once stood in a streetlight

I knew that you were there

I wanted you so much

That I never had a care.

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	Comment By: Barbara Demasson on March 31, 2008 04:03:14 PM	Report
	Mental surrender...curse or blessing? That is the question. The power of the mind should never be underestimated...fear can be a good or bad thing (very powerful), hopefully the mind is healthy enough to know which is which and chooses the one that is better for the individual at that time. Fine work John. ~Barbara~ Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Steve on March 28, 2008 12:24:59 PM	Report
	Very nicely written.....sweet emotions. Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Angel on March 27, 2008 04:50:13 PM	Report
	Superb write Love Angelxx Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Adri on March 27, 2008 02:54:59 PM	Report
	Wow... Sometimes we throw away the rocks that keeps up upright out of fear. We should rather hold on to those rocks. This is really an amazing write. Adri x Respond To This Comment