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Array ( [sid] => 85196 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Last Thought [time] => 2005-02-21 18:39:34 [hometext] => If you start it please finish and tell me what you think. . . .its REALLY simple but perhaps conveys the message im trying to get at [bodytext] => Drown in life,
with your broken dreams.
Smash the mirror.
Create the seams.

Let your reflection tell
the story of late.
Whats to become
of the pity you create:

Reward yourself
with your misery,
pick up the glass
and watch it bleed.

The river of death
sucks life from your veins.
No second thoughts.
Look on with disdain.

The water is running.
It aids the purpose.
Memories of life
are coming in surplus.

The shroud of misery
blinded your eyes.
Now lifes losing battle
enlightens; you realize.

Love, Hate,
and all the others
are on the same rainbow,
just different colors.

Now theres one,
dominating all.
Off lifes rainbow.
You do fall.

First comes anger.
Red all around.
Then its solitude.
Only blackness found.

Falling from heaven,
vision is blurred.
Before this moment,
nothing was heard.

Many dont know
life has a sound.
It comes when we listen.
Its heard all around

Breath in.
Breathe out.
Lifes lesson is learned.
I have no doubt.

A miracle
of simplicity,
to complicated
for logic to free.

Its not to be reasoned.
One must be true
to the hearts motives
only faith knew,

But a bit too late,
that was the last chance
to give life
a second glance.

With the cut
came the confession.
Youve just learned
lifes first lesson.

Live with your heart
not with your head.
Believe with your mind,
youll find yourself dead.

This is not tragedy.
One wrong choice
will leave regret
lingering on your voice.

No one to hear.
You pushed them all away.
You would die alone,
insignificant this day.

For it had no reason.
Red sea created.
Parted by indifference.
Memory abated.

Now you know
the tale inside,
the war thats raging
where pity resides.

Move on with life.
Stop this depression.
Listen to breaths:
lifes great confessions.

Where everything
is insignificant.
Life in the forefront,
Death in the distance.
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Last Thought

Contributed by poky1502 on Monday, 21st February 2005 @ 06:39:34 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Drown in life,
with your broken dreams.
Smash the mirror.
Create the seams.

Let your reflection tell
the story of late.
Whats to become
of the pity you create:

Reward yourself
with your misery,
pick up the glass
and watch it bleed.

The river of death
sucks life from your veins.
No second thoughts.
Look on with disdain.

The water is running.
It aids the purpose.
Memories of life
are coming in surplus.

The shroud of misery
blinded your eyes.
Now lifes losing battle
enlightens; you realize.

Love, Hate,
and all the others
are on the same rainbow,
just different colors.

Now theres one,
dominating all.
Off lifes rainbow.
You do fall.

First comes anger.
Red all around.
Then its solitude.
Only blackness found.

Falling from heaven,
vision is blurred.
Before this moment,
nothing was heard.

Many dont know
life has a sound.
It comes when we listen.
Its heard all around

Breath in.
Breathe out.
Lifes lesson is learned.
I have no doubt.

A miracle
of simplicity,
to complicated
for logic to free.

Its not to be reasoned.
One must be true
to the hearts motives
only faith knew,

But a bit too late,
that was the last chance
to give life
a second glance.

With the cut
came the confession.
Youve just learned
lifes first lesson.

Live with your heart
not with your head.
Believe with your mind,
youll find yourself dead.

This is not tragedy.
One wrong choice
will leave regret
lingering on your voice.

No one to hear.
You pushed them all away.
You would die alone,
insignificant this day.

For it had no reason.
Red sea created.
Parted by indifference.
Memory abated.

Now you know
the tale inside,
the war thats raging
where pity resides.

Move on with life.
Stop this depression.
Listen to breaths:
lifes great confessions.

Where everything
is insignificant.
Life in the forefront,
Death in the distance.

Copyright © poky1502 ... [ 2005-02-21 18:39:34]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Last Thought (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Monday, 21st February 2005 @ 09:28:06 PM AEST
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Well done! Much peace.

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