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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What I am about to say comes in many shapes and sizes, but none hold a candle the idea I see. My thoughts go deep as I ponder and see my life float by like the wind or breeze. Sometimes I look up to the sky and wonder what it is like to soar, stretch the world and explore and to fly. Free like an idea or fire that rages destroying everything in its path. One by one my mind drifts away like a memory sweet or sour. Sides of me that go beyond what you see are the sides that are hardest to hide from you, but you only see the parts your eyes allow you. I pass the passing people who are oblivious to my personality. I wonder how they wish they were those who wish they were them but never want to waste their breath on such a wish. And there it goes another idea that goes unnoticed, unrecognized, seen through like cellophane but never even approached. I breathe it in and choke on it, a lost dream or wish gone by like a river. Changing, growing, a life to be lived but shall never be because “you can't do that”, “that's impossible” Voices clutter my mind and stop any idea or thought from forming like a wall separating me from reality. “You can't do that”, “That's impossible.” “Just make it stop!” I cry as loudly as I possibly can so someone can hear me but nobody ever seems to so I scream even louder “I can do this!” Until finally I hear it… silence. Silence is good, but the quiet is dangerous. I absorb the silence but release the quiet for silence is nothing and quiet is something but not loud enough for you to hear, like secrets “quietly” whispered without you even knowing it happened. The silence takes over and I become one with my ideas and “you can't do that” becomes my inspiration. My words flow out as they are right now until I take my last breath for ideas are creativity and creativity is innovation and innovation is the future and the future is me I can't stop my mind won't allow me I type as fast as I possibly can and release my ideas onto a silver screen with every fiber of me I write and dream. The suddenly… I hear the school bell. And the silence is gone...
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