What is "Me"
Boundaries do not exist.
For what is known as "me"
Transcends all of life
And it's entitlements.
Time cannot exist,
Nor does it matter.
Life is just a fact,
A false fear.
My name is written,
Among the stars,
That encompasses
my Soul.
My life is bleed
Into the earth,
That cherishes,
my Soul.
My whole
Is here,
It is there,
Somewhere off
and somewhere near.
My whole is all of "me".
And all the forms
It can be.
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Hello! This is the second poetry site I have had the joy to be apart of! I've been writing poetry for years, but a few years ago was the first time I decided to take anything I wrote myself seriously. Some of the poems on here are copies of ones I made on another poetry site. http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Karrabear/
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