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Array ( [sid] => 103998 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Million Dollar Questions [time] => 2005-08-20 11:03:24 [hometext] => So I guess you've all been there one time or the other...now its my turn. [bodytext] => Theres this feeling you have,
When you're running full steam ahead like a superfast train,
Knowing exactly where you're going and why.
Things seem to be happening just the way you wanted them to
...or the way you thought you wanted them to.
Then a little thought crops up in your ridiculously miniscule brain
...and your train suddenly jumps track.
You stop....
You realise that you've suddenly reached a place you don't recognize,
your brain dosen't work,
neither does anything else.
You try to find your way out of there...but thers only one way.. ahead.
And thats not necessarily where you want to go.
So you stand where you are,
resisting change....no not just resisting it, but refusing to accept it.
You can't change the way things are, and you can't stand for them being the way they are.
Maybe you could try, but that would mean starting over ,
and youre not sure if you have the strength to do it all over again.
Convulsive thoughts paralyze your brain.
Questions haunt you,
What's your purpose in life, what were you meant to do, what do you want to do,
where would you rather go, which way is it out of here....
And to think only time has the answer to these is not a good enough reason to sit back and let them go.
You want the answers now....
and it tears you apart that neither you, nor anyone or anything can solve this puzzle,
And it feels like your life depends on a part of it thats missing.
The missing piece that can bring sense to this whole picture
...complete the mirage....fill the colour in your dreams....
But for the moment the only thing thats keeping you sane is the cold of the night
...the moon high up in the sky....
And you wish you could look up, crouch down on your hind legs
and howl..... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 75 [informant] => Mangs [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )

Million Dollar Questions

Contributed by Mangs on Saturday, 20th August 2005 @ 11:03:24 AM in AEST
Topic: anguished

Theres this feeling you have,
When you're running full steam ahead like a superfast train,
Knowing exactly where you're going and why.
Things seem to be happening just the way you wanted them to
...or the way you thought you wanted them to.
Then a little thought crops up in your ridiculously miniscule brain
...and your train suddenly jumps track.
You stop....
You realise that you've suddenly reached a place you don't recognize,
your brain dosen't work,
neither does anything else.
You try to find your way out of there...but thers only one way.. ahead.
And thats not necessarily where you want to go.
So you stand where you are,
resisting change....no not just resisting it, but refusing to accept it.
You can't change the way things are, and you can't stand for them being the way they are.
Maybe you could try, but that would mean starting over ,
and youre not sure if you have the strength to do it all over again.
Convulsive thoughts paralyze your brain.
Questions haunt you,
What's your purpose in life, what were you meant to do, what do you want to do,
where would you rather go, which way is it out of here....
And to think only time has the answer to these is not a good enough reason to sit back and let them go.
You want the answers now....
and it tears you apart that neither you, nor anyone or anything can solve this puzzle,
And it feels like your life depends on a part of it thats missing.
The missing piece that can bring sense to this whole picture
...complete the mirage....fill the colour in your dreams....
But for the moment the only thing thats keeping you sane is the cold of the night
...the moon high up in the sky....
And you wish you could look up, crouch down on your hind legs
and howl.....

Copyright © Mangs ... [ 2005-08-20 11:03:24]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Million Dollar Questions (User Rating: 1 )
by maestar on Saturday, 20th August 2005 @ 11:31:23 AM AEST
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VERY GOOD

I LIKE THAT YOU KNOW NOT ALL POEMS HAVE TO RIME ITS JUST YOUR THOUGHTS THAT MAKE IT POETIC

FANTASTIC WORK, KEEP IT UP

Re: Million Dollar Questions (User Rating: 1 )
by little_genna on Friday, 26th August 2005 @ 05:50:35 PM AEST
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how do you always manage to write what i am feeling when i am feeling it?

are you inside my head? hun this is an amazing piece.

thank you for keeping me in a gd place through these hard times...

love you always

oh and i have posted a new poem

Re: Million Dollar Questions (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Thursday, 6th October 2005 @ 12:43:33 AM AEST
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Oh! I am so happy that I have read this. Happiness, in this case, comes in triplicate. Because... 1) it offers me the opportunity to insert here one of my most favorite quotes (your poem absolutely reminds me of it), which is:
"Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer." ~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet

... and 2) because it feels soooo familiar... as if you tore a page from an old journal of mine.

... and 3) because of those last four incredible lines!

This piece speaks directly to some inner part of me. I do so like how you put your thoughts on the page.

Three times happy,
~Snem

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