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Array ( [sid] => 7164 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Insane? [time] => 2002-11-21 11:20:00 [hometext] => Insane? [bodytext] => The old man sat with his head in his hands.
What had become of his beautiful land?
Where unicorns used to run through the mist,
the colours were theirs, the colours were his.

More vivid hues could never have been;
the purples, yellows, blues and greens
were absorbed in his heart, to the very core
of the beautiful land, he sees no more.

The old man sat and opened his eyes,
he looked around and started to cry.
In his hospital ward, there were others near
and they were also were brought back here.

When he was discharged and given his pills
and a thousand empty days to fill.
He walked along the street alone,
longing to return to his beautiful home.

Society judged and called him insane,
but one day he’ll go away again.
Back to the land he loved so well,
the personal heaven that we say is hell.
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Insane?

Contributed by nessiecat on Thursday, 21st November 2002 @ 11:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



The old man sat with his head in his hands.
What had become of his beautiful land?
Where unicorns used to run through the mist,
the colours were theirs, the colours were his.

More vivid hues could never have been;
the purples, yellows, blues and greens
were absorbed in his heart, to the very core
of the beautiful land, he sees no more.

The old man sat and opened his eyes,
he looked around and started to cry.
In his hospital ward, there were others near
and they were also were brought back here.

When he was discharged and given his pills
and a thousand empty days to fill.
He walked along the street alone,
longing to return to his beautiful home.

Society judged and called him insane,
but one day he’ll go away again.
Back to the land he loved so well,
the personal heaven that we say is hell.




Copyright © nessiecat ... [ 2002-11-21 11:20:00]
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Re: Insane? (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Thursday, 21st November 2002 @ 12:26:42 PM AEST
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This was a very deep poem,I really enjoyed the way you wrote this! Christina


Re: Insane? (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Thursday, 21st November 2002 @ 01:57:14 PM AEST
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Well written, Nessie...I enjoyed it immensely..
Jenni


Re: Insane? (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Thursday, 21st November 2002 @ 03:32:43 PM AEST
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Bravo!!! This is so beautifully written, it brought tears to my eyes it's so full of heart and sadness yet hope and want and need...I really enjoyed this one thanks for sharing it
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.


Re: Insane? (User Rating: 1 )
by chatabox on Thursday, 21st November 2002 @ 08:28:54 PM AEST
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its so sad isnt it, wonder what the best solution is. I loved the way you the message over in this clever write and with some wonderful rhyming too.


Re: Insane? (User Rating: 1 )
by Unaekseveer1 on Friday, 22nd November 2002 @ 12:56:23 AM AEST
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This is excellent Ness,
It appears to me that you can see the future place where those eight legged things are sending me slowly! Hehe
Thankyou for sharing, it's wonderfully written.

With love
Dean:-)




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