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IKnowNoBox
Nov 05, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Boxless

  When you have

      no box

your mind expands

 

 when you own

    no box

you sleep outside

 

when you know

    no box

the world shrinks

 

when no box

  knows you.

You might think...

 

when no box

  is known?

Infinite space...

— IKnowNoBox, Nov 05, 2007

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Region, Country: East Coast, USA

Favorite Poets: Weird Elf, Shel Silverstein, The Poet Anonymous

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purplemoondoll

18 years 7 months ago

No Box

IMO - and it is just mine - the world is too quick to classify and place things in nice easy packages and boxes these days! By doing so it eliminates so many other variations and possibilities - This poem is an anthem to live by - nice work! Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 7 months ago

I am not many things

but I know I am your friend. I smile from the outside of the box,and inside that box ,I keep memories( it is the only box I know.) In ink, David
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dbrock

18 years 7 months ago

This read is so very

This read is so very interesting to me...and I even understood what it meant! Sometimes my box is so suffocating! Donna
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boadicea

18 years 7 months ago

boxless

Hello, iknb, Interesting poem with its juxtapositions of the in/out of the box questions. Thanks for the read. Boadicea
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 7 months ago

Thank you Boadicea,

and welcome to Neopoet,the site that inspired me to communicate from outside the box. In ink, Dabbler ps. I think Juxtapositions is a gem of a word,I Dare you to use that in a poem....
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Calliope

18 years 6 months ago

David!David!David!

This is so you it is not even funny.I love this.It compliments your personality brilliantly and I think you do live by this motto. Bravo! Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.