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[title] => no title just read
[time] => 2004-04-13 22:12:57
[hometext] => okay well this is my first and only poem i will put on here, i usually keep them to myself this is a strange style and it really sucks its in no format and i dont give a ***** but i want help so give suggestions and comments if you'd like
[bodytext] => “What was silver is gray what was so dear is now far away” how pathetically simple do words always seem when spoken with no explanation, like describing a bird when a dove was in your sight or not being able to mention the sunset when you speak of the beauty of the night. Waiting and waiting until I see her waiting for me, the comfort and warmth of having life not seem so much a waste of death and fed curiosity, we are children and to children there is not future only now and now is never that bad at least to me staring blankly as the world was spinning off it’s morality there was you and I standing idly hand in hand with the only one who would ever understand, they say to love another person is to see god’s eyes its true but what if you are looking and god lies with “I love you” and you must settle for lesser eyes that don’t shine with so much wisdom or purity, maturity, setting sight on eyes on the face of obscurity never having that security again of knowing you won’t die alone. It was happiness that I so ignorantly thought would always last forever until hell began to thaw. And love is like every color; taking in everything one has to offer and embracing it. Ignoring their flaws, which are more often than not the only things others tend to see and for defying rules of love according to the school, it is, Punishment by society’s laws. One month of torment and torture by peers that once were your friends, two straight months of crying at the very sight of that hand, and a lifetime of people that only pretend to understand but never do more than offer sympathy and fake empathy that leaves you cold like ears in winter, biting burning and beware of frost bight it might pierce your heart so severally you lost the ability to love sensibly and like a child’s pail to the ocean you get sucked into that abusive state, your abusive state where you damage your mind with your mind until it is impossible to find inner peace, and it is when you drop so fast you don’t know what happened all you know is your in a bed crying dropped dimensions along the line of a dream and oh how I know and hate the cycle of being happy…or was I not happy how could I’ve been happy if it wasn’t real at all standing on the paper wall between heaven and here between love and fear or the sky and sand, holding the devils contract or holding an angel’s hand life is not so bad when normality is not that good and it is all you know! Until changes your life until that old normally is history, loneliness, depression, pain and joy bliss warmth should be considered a mystery if you’ve never dealt with love that lasts through the night and if the story ends with you flying so high you drop and you almost die but still can ***** breath a few more breaths but at least those breaths are sighs of relief and you’ve got one thing to show for this whirlwind of grief and that’s you know your peers do not, love is not what you thought it would be considered one emotion to describe a million we are all pathetic in the attempt to ever understand what is dealt, LOVE!!! It is the tree to the sap it is the hunter to the trap it is the ocean to the fish it is the genie to the wish it is the god to the earth it is the undeniable birth to death and reviving, love is on both sides of the spectrum of human emotions but which way will the pendulum hit harder it depends on the structure which has nothing to ***** do with the alignment of the planets, astrology I’d like to believe it and mythology which fails to impress me the way your golden eyes do when I too rarely gaze into them and can see the only miracle left in this world that does not start in a bedroom and end in a hospital bed or ones that can simply be made up and read until imagination is dead which could never appreciate how much your eyes can captivate a dying, depressed and diluted pure soul and make it rich again.
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no title just read
Contributed by
rightwingbrknwing
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Tuesday, 13th April 2004 @ 10:12:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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“What was silver is gray what was so dear is now far away” how pathetically simple do words always seem when spoken with no explanation, like describing a bird when a dove was in your sight or not being able to mention the sunset when you speak of the beauty of the night. Waiting and waiting until I see her waiting for me, the comfort and warmth of having life not seem so much a waste of death and fed curiosity, we are children and to children there is not future only now and now is never that bad at least to me staring blankly as the world was spinning off it’s morality there was you and I standing idly hand in hand with the only one who would ever understand, they say to love another person is to see god’s eyes its true but what if you are looking and god lies with “I love you” and you must settle for lesser eyes that don’t shine with so much wisdom or purity, maturity, setting sight on eyes on the face of obscurity never having that security again of knowing you won’t die alone. It was happiness that I so ignorantly thought would always last forever until hell began to thaw. And love is like every color; taking in everything one has to offer and embracing it. Ignoring their flaws, which are more often than not the only things others tend to see and for defying rules of love according to the school, it is, Punishment by society’s laws. One month of torment and torture by peers that once were your friends, two straight months of crying at the very sight of that hand, and a lifetime of people that only pretend to understand but never do more than offer sympathy and fake empathy that leaves you cold like ears in winter, biting burning and beware of frost bight it might pierce your heart so severally you lost the ability to love sensibly and like a child’s pail to the ocean you get sucked into that abusive state, your abusive state where you damage your mind with your mind until it is impossible to find inner peace, and it is when you drop so fast you don’t know what happened all you know is your in a bed crying dropped dimensions along the line of a dream and oh how I know and hate the cycle of being happy…or was I not happy how could I’ve been happy if it wasn’t real at all standing on the paper wall between heaven and here between love and fear or the sky and sand, holding the devils contract or holding an angel’s hand life is not so bad when normality is not that good and it is all you know! Until changes your life until that old normally is history, loneliness, depression, pain and joy bliss warmth should be considered a mystery if you’ve never dealt with love that lasts through the night and if the story ends with you flying so high you drop and you almost die but still can ***** breath a few more breaths but at least those breaths are sighs of relief and you’ve got one thing to show for this whirlwind of grief and that’s you know your peers do not, love is not what you thought it would be considered one emotion to describe a million we are all pathetic in the attempt to ever understand what is dealt, LOVE!!! It is the tree to the sap it is the hunter to the trap it is the ocean to the fish it is the genie to the wish it is the god to the earth it is the undeniable birth to death and reviving, love is on both sides of the spectrum of human emotions but which way will the pendulum hit harder it depends on the structure which has nothing to ***** do with the alignment of the planets, astrology I’d like to believe it and mythology which fails to impress me the way your golden eyes do when I too rarely gaze into them and can see the only miracle left in this world that does not start in a bedroom and end in a hospital bed or ones that can simply be made up and read until imagination is dead which could never appreciate how much your eyes can captivate a dying, depressed and diluted pure soul and make it rich again.
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Re: no title just read
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by Whisper on
Tuesday, 13th April 2004 @ 10:25:47 PM AEST
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Wow well thats a tuff read. A lot of emotions roling on the line and between. You have created some interesting thoughts about your concept of love. Interesting write.
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Re: no title just read
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by emystar on
Tuesday, 13th April 2004 @ 10:40:10 PM AEST
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Very strong venting!
Don't know why u only wonna post once but u should keep writing as it heals as our souls bleed...
do keep writing!
luv, huggs, hope,
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Re: no title just read
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by AnGeL_M on
Wednesday, 14th April 2004 @ 02:06:44 AM AEST
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WoW This Was Great Please don't Stop Writting....This Was Very Interesting To Read...I Enjoyed It.....
From Begining To End...Showed Alot Of Emotions ......A Job Well Done.....
*******LoVe**AnGeL********
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