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Poetry by Joseph Merrick

Tis true my form is something odd,
but blming me is blaming god
could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you
If i could reach from pole to pole
or grasp the ocean in a span
I would be measured by the soul
The minds the standard of the man.

I was but a boy the first time I read this. It moved me to no ends. All I ever wanted to be was like evryone else. I just wasnt. It is hard to be an outcast. But then again,most of us feel like outcasts I suppose. If I only knew then what I know now. How different things would be. There is very few things I would change about my past.
I dont usually post poetry. I love poetry. I can tell all of you but telling you wont ruin my street cred. Which is kind of important around these parts.I love reading and writing. But I am off on a tangent. My head isnt very clear this morning. I am lost in thought for a sad friend. I hope she will be allright.
I have often thought what an odd thing it is to have online friends. Easy friends I call them. But not always. Sometimes you must devout a lot of energy to them and that is ok. Because that is what friends do. And some friends just need moral support. Which I suppose is why we find friends online. Just so someone can talk to you and reassure you of whatever. I lost an online friend once. It left a whole in me when she died. One that I didnt know how to fill. I never met her. She lived in Asia and I am an American. But rain was special to me for sure. To a lot of people.
I have also had friends online that just stopped comming around. That really sucks aswell. Not knowing....
What more can I say.
This is the problem when I dont write enough. When I finally do write it all pours out of me.
Sorry for the ramble. I will have more order tomorrow.
Later kiddies