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It wasn't too long ago when I last saw you
But forever is an overwhelming state of mind
See, all emotions are transferrable to expression
It's not by force
But by watching the spool roll down the hallway and unwind
I could never roll it back up
So I learned how to knit
You learn adaptation, and to control your mind
Energies can take harsh tolls
On the stamina of your patience
So just stop thinking from time to time.
 Apr 2013 Nicole Potter
amt
Hi people!
This isn't a poem, it's actually just a message that I wanted to post to ask a favor of a few of you. This website has provided a place for me to voice my opinion, organize my thoughts, and has given me listeners for my two-in-the-morning rants. All of you guys are great and I'm so happy that I decided to join. Anyways.... For my language arts class, we are doing a project about poetry where we have to find, as well as write poetry. I wanted to include writing from here because I feel like you guys are real people who I can communicate with and more importantly, relate to. Please comment if you would be okay with me including your poetry in my project. Also, another piece to the project must include a bio of the writer, so if I do use one of yours, I'm going to need a short little paragraph about you, doesn't have to be too detailed, just what you do, what you enjoy ect. So yeah... that's it. Hope to hear back from you!

Thanks so much,
AMT
 Apr 2013 Nicole Potter
De void
Screaming in silence
Suffocating in this skin
Clenching my teeth
From this white I’m surrounded in
I pray be blind in heaven, all this white makes me ill
This white space all these bland people fill
With all there failed hopes and all their failed dreams
If they just make it fake then it’s not what it seems
With all but nothing
And the nothing tries to lie
With blue and grey pigment put into the sky
And these colors and feeling placed into these people
And stained the church glass and gave it a steeple
And gave people green grass, flowers and trees
And on the stem of these flowers and branches put leaves
And gave them big boxes they all make there own
And in these big boxes they are all just alone
And gave them this God and all this belief
But its just deceit, a ringleader a chief
Well white you fooled them
But have not fooled me
I know that your hiding
Its them who don’t see
And I know that inside of me I am right
I know this is nothing, nothing but white

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