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February 12th, 2004



Behind the mask

Questions to hard to grasp

Behind the faces

There are no places



Behind the motionless

And the thoughtlessness

Behind the magic fantasy

Of hopes and dreams wishingly



Behind the stars

and everything that is ours

Behind the faceless form

That hides in the dorm



Behind the dimmed light

Behind the eye sight

Is a girl worth everything

Just scared of what life will bring



Behind the body that is consealed

Is a soul, an heart, ready to be revealed

Behind everything that she worked for

Lays her mother, her intrenal sore




Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is in two sections because it is a poem of my mother, yet has the titles of my poems in the *~My Life, My Poems~* Folder. But the meaning of this is that behind all of this, there was never a mother for all of the accomplishments. But I also thought that it would be fun to take all of my titles and make a poem from my other titles. I didnt think that it would end with something about my mother, that was a suprise to me.

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 10:55pm
©11 June 2004 - 3:49pm — mysterypoet
3 November 2005 - 6:53pm — Amy Thorp (not verified)
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Wow this poem was breath taking, lots of suspene held to the end, you should read some of mine if you find the time. if you do, please leave comments, i love to hear from the readers as much as the next person... again, very nice poem... ~Amy Thorp~