I built a bridge out of nowhere,
across nothingness and wondered
if there would be something on the other side.
I built a bridge out of fog,
across darkness and hoped that
there would be light on the other side.
I built a bridge out of despair,
across oblivion and knew that
there would be hope on the other side.
I built a bridge out of hell,
across chaos and trusted that
there would be strength on the other side.
I built a bridge,
and crossed it,
but there was no one there to meet me
on the other side.
i like this poem very much. it seems kinda sad but its still nice.
Hmm...unsure and uncertainess creates fear... and despair in searching of hope out of the blindingness...the little ray of light...
This is good... it's nicely done...i like it... ^^ good use of the methaphore... :)
This sound really sad, But i love it.
I love your last verse...^_^ It made me think quite deeply. :2thumbs:
Plus...my my...your words were scary xD :/ they somehow made me fear you *lol* ^_^
I want to hear more from you soon! ^_^
:kisser: I'll meet you on the other side! Your poems have a tendency toward sadness and loneliness . . . Why is that? Anyway, another very good one. Don't stop!
Originally Posted by xxoxx
First Thanks all for your sweet comments there Iam glad that you find it Good ....
oh kiss there Thanks divine ..Huh you will meet me in other side ..*sigh*..Thanks ..^^:smile:
Originally Posted by divine_punishment
A poem by Jim Sinclair, featured on page 32 of the book "Targeting Autism: What We Know, Don't Know, and Can Do to Help Young Children with Autism and Related Disorders" by Shirley Cohen
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It's still plagiarism even if you leave out lines and change a word here and there.