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Array ( [sid] => 177211 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => This one sucks [time] => 2013-11-22 17:03:41 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The moment of truth is finally among us
no good dead goes unpunished
the daylight has consciously turned to darkness
standing alone
in a house not his home
a solitary man searches for justice

A compelling story
to believe or to lie
anger in both, deceive, he will try
in the blink of an eye
he shatters the truth
makes you think
you have found the answer
to the question you did not seek
a simple philosophy
taught by the elders
kept from the weak
a white dove
is colorless without its feathers
it cowers in the shadows
of real people who do not speak

The moment is here
nowhere else can he shed his tears
will he unleash his fears
on countless strange ears
sitting comfortably in spaces
while they dare
criticize and judge
no guts
to show their faces
as if their not there
truly,
what is beyond compare
his love of life
like a fish to pure air
squirming to free itself
from moments of despair
screaming inside himself
convinced no one cares
who is he?
who has become over these long years?
what has temperature has done?
to his tanned skin and black hair
suffering now from a complexion disorder
people stare
he stares back
constantly under attack
from all sides
all angles
no ones got his back
let him bleed
he has no purpose
no reason to breathe

________
_____

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This one sucks

Contributed by jyssvw22 on Friday, 22nd November 2013 @ 05:03:41 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

The moment of truth is finally among us
no good dead goes unpunished
the daylight has consciously turned to darkness
standing alone
in a house not his home
a solitary man searches for justice

A compelling story
to believe or to lie
anger in both, deceive, he will try
in the blink of an eye
he shatters the truth
makes you think
you have found the answer
to the question you did not seek
a simple philosophy
taught by the elders
kept from the weak
a white dove
is colorless without its feathers
it cowers in the shadows
of real people who do not speak

The moment is here
nowhere else can he shed his tears
will he unleash his fears
on countless strange ears
sitting comfortably in spaces
while they dare
criticize and judge
no guts
to show their faces
as if their not there
truly,
what is beyond compare
his love of life
like a fish to pure air
squirming to free itself
from moments of despair
screaming inside himself
convinced no one cares
who is he?
who has become over these long years?
what has temperature has done?
to his tanned skin and black hair
suffering now from a complexion disorder
people stare
he stares back
constantly under attack
from all sides
all angles
no ones got his back
let him bleed
he has no purpose
no reason to breathe

________
_____

Copyright © jyssvw22 ... [ 2013-11-22 17:03:41]
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Re: This one sucks (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 22nd November 2013 @ 10:51:11 PM AEST
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No it don't suck It's a very good write even tho it's very sad.

huggs, blessings, friend,
emy

Re: This one sucks (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Saturday, 23rd November 2013 @ 12:05:56 PM AEST
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How utterly you have captured despair, and the chaos of struggling against it. You've described what others can't or don't want to. It's important . Keep writing.

Re: This one sucks (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Sunday, 24th November 2013 @ 09:25:01 AM AEST
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I like the 'man in the mirror' type concept here... I like to feel like the writer is battling him/herself. I can relate to that feeling. I hear a distinct grumble in the jungle here... Keep it up:)

~Scorp

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