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No One Knows this but

No one knows this
But

Everyone thinks
He is just a kid

But
He thinks differently

He thinks
He is a person

A somebody
With needs

Thoughts
And desires

But
The chains of Adolescence

Hold him back
But

One day these chains
Shall fall and 

A man
He shall be

Just
A man
 

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


— Sinbadthesailorman, Jan 22, 2008

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Region, Country: U.S. A. Indiana, Valparaiso, USA

Favorite Poets: Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Carl Sandburg these I have read some And so Many More. I have no Favorite or any that I dislike. Whom I consider to be poets; of course there are many Dark and hateful souls, who would cry out and to I will lend an ear, but some. They just leave a awful taste in my heart that I can not bear to read twice. Let alone as many times I would do normally; as I must.

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RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years 4 months ago

I really like

the statement here and the metaphors you've used to convey it. I do believe that most of the punctuation is unnecessary and may lend a very "choppy" tone to the piece. ~ Ronda
Sinbadthesailorman

Sinbadthesailorman

18 years 4 months ago

Thanx I really dont know how to use the puncuation I'm just

Guessing most of the time My english really sucks sad for I was raise with it but never fully ever comprehended it but, who truely does its always changing Language Yea the teacher had a lot to say about this in class and sugested I changs shall to will And I did to please her but I like shall better Thanx Donnie/Sinbad
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years 4 months ago

Great changes

Your editing drastically improves this piece. Wonderful work! ~ Ronda
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frangipangi

18 years 4 months ago

Hey sailor

Good work here. Nice rhythm, succinct, great delivery. I enjoyed. Sail on, word meister! Yours, frangipangi