what do u think of my poem???

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Matt

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(plz be honest)

Here I sit
Around me
These strange creatures
They are like me
In some ways the same
But different in so many more

They are in pairs
Not matches
No
Most differ greatly
But together they stay

I see them
These strange creatures
Touching
Feeling
Tickling
Rubbing each other
In ways only the other may do
Enjoying the warmth of skin
Taking pleasure
In the beat of a heart
Befitting from the smooth features
Of the other

I hear them
These strange creatures
Telling the other
Secrets
Dreams
Fantasies
Showing their weakness
These things
Other creatures
From other pairs
Would use to
Gain power
Over the weaker creature
But not their pair
No these creatures
Listen to their partner
And in return
Reveal their own weakness

But not all is well
For these strange creatures
Like all else that is
These pairs do not last
They spilt
Break apart
Crack down
Causing great gloom
And sadness
Sorrow
And grief

But these strange creatures
Make new pairs
Formed from old
And the opening of these creatures
Is not only wanted
But needed
For the pair to work
Both creatures know inside
It will end soon or later
By choice or fate
But that does not stop them
They grow closer
Ok with the fact pain will come
But until that moment
They have happiness

These strange creatures
Go though so much
And many times the pain in the end
Is more than the happiness
That caused it

And yet
I wish to be one of these creatures
A part of a pair

For not all end bad
For some the pleasure
Of their other
Out weights the pain at the end

And that makes it
Worth becoming one of
These strange creatures
 
I think what you are trying to say, is that you are talking about subjective and objective reality. As in know one will ever be able to possibly be able to know what it's like to be you, like you won't ever know what it is to be me.

You are also talking about thoughts, and how they relate to the physical world.

You are also talking about how people essentially, meet, hump, and perpetuate life. The wheel of life keeps turning, and new generations keep forming. Out with the old in with the new.
 
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