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Vertalen   12 jaren geleden

Invisible Why can't you see me? I'm standing right here. Can you not see my fear? Why don't you see me? Maybe I'm invisible Why don't you hear me? My screams of terror and pain? My moans of agony and sorrow. Why don't you hear me? Maybe I'm invisible. Why can't you feel me? My icy cold touch. Grasping for something to hold. Why can't you feel me. Maybe I'm invisible. I'm pleading for mercy. I need a savior. Yet you do nothing. Why? Maybe I'm invisible....

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    No Time Left (Chapter 2) As dawn approached I came upon a residential neighborhood, it appeared to be a wealthier neighborhood, with nice looking houses. My initial thought was to knock on doors and see if anyone knew me, but my military training (the one thing I could recall) told me this was a bad idea, as hostiles could be anywhere. I finally glanced down at my apparel, tattered jeans and a navy blue shirt, covered by the worn denim jacket I was wearing. I looked like any old homeless guy wandering around on the streets. I came across a fairly large supermarket, and walked up to the enterance. As I approached a woman was struggling with many bags.She was middle aged with brown curly hair and bright blue eyes, she was dressed in a yellow blouse and skinny jeans. I offered to help, which she graciously accepted. As we walked back to her car, she began to get a little suspicious. "You aren't from around here are you?" she asked. "What's your name?" I did the first thing that came to my mind, told the truth, "I have no idea Ma'am, I can't remember a thing." "Don't remember anything?" she asked as she loaded grocery bags into the trunk of her car. "Did you have an accident?" "Nope, no injury, I just have no idea who I am or where I am, got no money, no place to go." She pondered this for a moment, "Well, if you truly have no place to go I have a vacancy." I was fairly shocked at her outright trust, but I thanked her and got into her car. As we drove she turned to me and introduced herself, "Name's Julie, I've lived here in Chicago, which is where you are by the way, for 18 years. It gets pretty lonely, I'm not in a relationship, no kids, family's out of state. I do government work, military stuff, some of it's classified though, so we can't really discuss that." I opted against telling her I was a military man, as that might bring up questions I didn't know how to answer. When we reached her house, a brick 2 story building with a wooden front porch and a dog tied to it on a leash, I got out of the car, and got the groceries. "This is Buster," she said, "finest watchdog in the country, I've always had a thing for training dogs, found this one on the street, he's my little prodigy." When we walked inside I was greeted by a small foyer flanked by both a living room and a dining room, upstairs I glimpsed a bedroom and bathroom, and around the living room was what seemed to be a family room, with a couch identical to the one in the family room. As I looked outside I saw that there was a sunset coming, so I asked if I could settle in for the night. She showed me to my room, where I dropped of my stuff and immediatly went to sleep, although I had a secret I kept from her. The way she said she did classified work, she said it in a cautious way, like I was involved, and the way she just automatically trusted me, like the way you'd trust a friend, it was all very peculiar. I was secretly determined to find those files, and see if they had anything to do with me, my family, or my memory loss.

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    Keep this going!
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      I Have Dreams I have dreams, same as you. I have dreams, more than a few. Dreams of glory To win the hearts of many Dreams of wealth To be rich beyond my wildest dreams Dreams of splendor The beautiful sights of nature Dreams of health Of a longer #life I have dreams to chase after. Throughout my #life, Full of hardships and strife I have dreams to persevere Even when all seems lost I have dreams, yes I do I have dreams, same as you

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      This is such a great poem❤❤👏👏
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      @Stablish indeed it tis. I like it
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      Thanks guys <3
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        Being Perfect There is a thing to address. Something that I must stress. I'm not perfect, nor are you. And true, none of us will be through and through. So why worry? We always care about our physical being. What others think. We never stop to figure out, just what #life is all about. Being perfect doesn't matter. If you care too much, your #life may tatter. It is the inside that counts. In your heart is what amounts. For a heart of gold will always be strong While your looks won't last you long. Not being perfect must be addressed. For it is something we must all confess.

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          No Time Left (Chapter 1) "Sir, wake up, sir...sir please wake up, we're closed." I awoke to find before me a lanky youth who looked like he was in high school. The tan walls, cold metal tables, and bright neon menu at the front told me I was at a fast food joint. The boy was getting aggravated by my lack of comprehension, "Sir, we are closed, you have to leave now." I grabbed my coat sitting beside me and left. When I came on the suburban street I tried to remember where I was.....nothing. I couldn't remember anything. I didn't know my name, my family, not even where I lived. All I could remember was martial arts...some sort of military training. Not knowing where I was, I blundered down the various streets, looking for nothing in particular to trigger my memory. Nothing. My mind was as blank as it was when I awoke. I found a convenience store a few miles from the restaurant and went it. I was greeted by the hum of an air conditioner, along with the suspicious glance from the clerk, deciding I was no threat, she went back to her book and paid me little attention. I walked down an aisle, luckily there was no one else there, as it was nearly midnight if the clock was accurate. I felt into all my pockets, I came out with a wallet, containing 50 dollars, a cell phone (no contacts), and a large Bowie knife. I bought some basic snack crackers from the store, considering I didn't know how long it had been since I had eaten, and I left, again aimlessly wandering the streets. All I knew was I had no memory, no allies, and above all, nowhere to go.

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          This is definitely going to be good!
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