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Love Poem

الموضوع في 'اللغات' بواسطة ANGEL THE VAMPIRE, بتاريخ ‏10 سبتمبر 2009.

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  1. Don't be fooled by me.
    Don't be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask*
    a thousand masks*
    masks that I'm afraid to take off*
    and none of them is me.

    Pretending is an art that's second nature with me*
    but don't be fooled* for God's sake don't be fooled.
    I give you the impression that I'm secure*
    that all is sunny and unruffled with me*
    within as well as without*
    that confidence is my name and coolness my game*
    that the water's calm and I'm in command and that I need no one*
    but don't believe me.
    My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask*
    ever-varying and ever-concealing.
    Beneath lies no complacence.
    Beneath lies confusion* and fear* and aloneness.
    But I hide this.
    I don't want anybody to know it.
    I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
    That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind*
    a nonchalant sophisticated facade*
    to help me pretend*
    to shield me from the glance that knows.

    But such a glance is precisely my salvation*
    my only hope* and I know it.
    That is* if it's followed by acceptance*
    if it's followed by love.
    It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself*
    from my own self-built prison walls*
    from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
    It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself*
    that I'm really worth something.
    But I don't tell you this.
    I don't dare to* I'm afraid to.
    I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance*
    will not be followed by love.
    I'm afraid you'll think less of me*
    that you'll laugh* and your laugh would kill me.
    I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
    and that you will see this and reject me.

    So I play my game* my desperate pretending game*
    with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within.
    So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks*
    and my life becomes a front.
    I tell you everything that's really nothing*
    and nothing of what's everything*
    of what's crying within me.
    So when I'm going through my routine
    do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
    Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying*
    what I'd like to be able to say*
    what for survival I need to say*
    but what I can't say.

    I don't like hiding.
    I don't like playing superficial phony games.
    I want to stop playing them.
    I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
    but you've got to help me.
    You've got to hold out your hand
    even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
    Only you can wipe away from my eyes
    the blank stare of the breathing dead.
    Only you can call me into aliveness.
    Each time you're kind* and gentle* and encouraging*
    each time you try to understand because you really care*
    my heart begins to grow wings--
    very small wings*
    very feeble wings*
    but wings!

    With your power to touch me into feeling
    you can breathe life into me.
    I want you to know that.
    I want you to know how important you are to me*
    how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
    of the person that is me if you choose to.
    You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble*
    you alone can remove my mask*
    you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic*
    from my lonely prison*
    if you choose to.
    Please choose to.

    Do not pass me by.
    It will not be easy for you.
    A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
    The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back.
    It's irrational* but despite what the books say about man
    often I am irrational.
    I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
    But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
    and in this lies my hope.
    Please try to beat down those walls
    with firm hands but with gentle hands
    for a child is very sensitive.

    Who am I* you may wonder?
    I am someone you know very well.
    For I am every man you meet
    and I am every woman you meet.
     
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  3. كل الكلام لي

    ههههههههههههههههههههههه

    ثانكس
     
  4. coooooooooooooooooool

    and

    niiiiiice
     
  5. thank you all passing by
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  6. nice talking
    do your best
    we are wait the new and the best from you
    ^__^
     
  7. nice poem

    thank u

    wating 4 new
     
  8. wo0o0o0w

    coool words

    thanxx very much

    waiting 4 new
     
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  10. thank you all :)
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  11. wonderful words
    we are looking forward to reading
    your next topic

    thanks sooooooooo much
     
  12. Very wonderful words



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