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Array ( [sid] => 2313 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Cross-roads [time] => 2002-08-15 07:10:41 [hometext] => I think the poem speaks for itself. If u dont understand e-mail me at bobothefartingclown@yahoo.com or send me a private message on this site. [bodytext] => I'm standing here at a cross-roads
Tears pouring down my heart with indecision
I don't know where to go
One looks so warm and inviting
The other not as fun,
But I know its the way

So I look left and right
Wrong and right
Left and right
A chilling wind
Whips my tattered cloak
Across my bony shoulders

I dabble in both sides
Never fully commiting
I know I'll have to choose soon,
But I'm afraid of the long-term effects
It tears me apart
My double life

I feel so lost and alone
I search for never ending peace
But my search seems pointless
I've grown bitter
Against those who say life is easy
How can it be easy

When even the simplest choice is hard
And your mind is torn apart
By heathen, bone-chilling voices
That swarm around you
Like fog
Wrapping me like a merciless quilt

I still stand here
At the cross-roads
With many others
Thinking... never choosing
Dabbling... never commiting
Suicidal... never dying

Life is hard not easy
Life is hard not easy
Or is it only me?
Am I the exception?
The only ***** up one?
No some friends find it hard
Life is hard not easy
Life is hard not easy
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Cross-roads

Contributed by bobotheclown on Thursday, 15th August 2002 @ 07:10:41 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

I'm standing here at a cross-roads
Tears pouring down my heart with indecision
I don't know where to go
One looks so warm and inviting
The other not as fun,
But I know its the way

So I look left and right
Wrong and right
Left and right
A chilling wind
Whips my tattered cloak
Across my bony shoulders

I dabble in both sides
Never fully commiting
I know I'll have to choose soon,
But I'm afraid of the long-term effects
It tears me apart
My double life

I feel so lost and alone
I search for never ending peace
But my search seems pointless
I've grown bitter
Against those who say life is easy
How can it be easy

When even the simplest choice is hard
And your mind is torn apart
By heathen, bone-chilling voices
That swarm around you
Like fog
Wrapping me like a merciless quilt

I still stand here
At the cross-roads
With many others
Thinking... never choosing
Dabbling... never commiting
Suicidal... never dying

Life is hard not easy
Life is hard not easy
Or is it only me?
Am I the exception?
The only ***** up one?
No some friends find it hard
Life is hard not easy
Life is hard not easy

Copyright © bobotheclown ... [ 2002-08-15 07:10:41]
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Re: Cross-roads (User Rating: 1 )
by thorns on Wednesday, 8th January 2003 @ 05:21:50 PM AEST
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In her book Fugitive Pieces, Anne Michales says there are basacally two types of people in the world: those who choose and those who choose by not choosing. To do nothing is still to do something and that action has consequences.

Re: Cross-roads (User Rating: 1 )
by yellow_sundragon on Wednesday, 23rd July 2003 @ 12:46:42 PM AEST
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"I still stand here
At the cross-roads
With many others
Thinking... never choosing
Dabbling... never commiting
Suicidal... never dying"

Oye, that's my favorite stanza. I know what you mean here, because I was there, and if my parents hadn't forced me down the life path, I would still be there. If you ever want to talk.... I won't put pressure on you, just let you stay your indesisive way....

*J*

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