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Array ( [sid] => 108308 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Jigsaw [time] => 2005-10-23 16:12:31 [hometext] => Quote in the poem is from another poem of mine. [bodytext] => Interrelated entwined elated
Pieces fit and thouroughly debated.
Gulping down confusion
Surrounded in disillusion.
Love love all that I care for
Is slowly reforming into something else.
What is my hand doing,
typing things I don't know about
Possessed by something else.
Do I mean the things I think,
or are they just injected by your influence?

Throbbing numbness
What am I, and what am I doing?
Short spurts of emotion here and there,
but when I revert
There is nothing.
Is this how happiness feels?
Is this what satisfaction brings?
Is this why people make things bad for themselves;
to feel like this is somewhat disturbing.
If it is, then, I will get used to it.
I will not be like humans, always wanting more.
I refuse.

I would never lie to the ones I love.
Isn't everything else irrelevant?
Who do I love?
And why do I love them?
And why do I put certain values above others?
I am no better than anyone else
But I put some below me.
I am nothing but a life,
So I put their lives as more important.
"If there is nothing wrong with me, where is all this self hate-coming from?"
It comes from environment and genes.
Nothing matters so why do I have emotion?
I'm logical and cynical and losing sense of touch.
Don't let me lose love.
Don't let me lose him.
Don't let me lose my care.
Don't let me lose who I am,
I would have nothing to live for,
and so I ask,
Why? Why life? Why death caused by life?
Why is there hurt
Why is there no respect
Why do we cling to survival
and why do we fear? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 245 [topic] => 48 [informant] => AssassinatorGirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Jigsaw

Contributed by AssassinatorGirl on Sunday, 23rd October 2005 @ 04:12:31 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



Interrelated entwined elated
Pieces fit and thouroughly debated.
Gulping down confusion
Surrounded in disillusion.
Love love all that I care for
Is slowly reforming into something else.
What is my hand doing,
typing things I don't know about
Possessed by something else.
Do I mean the things I think,
or are they just injected by your influence?

Throbbing numbness
What am I, and what am I doing?
Short spurts of emotion here and there,
but when I revert
There is nothing.
Is this how happiness feels?
Is this what satisfaction brings?
Is this why people make things bad for themselves;
to feel like this is somewhat disturbing.
If it is, then, I will get used to it.
I will not be like humans, always wanting more.
I refuse.

I would never lie to the ones I love.
Isn't everything else irrelevant?
Who do I love?
And why do I love them?
And why do I put certain values above others?
I am no better than anyone else
But I put some below me.
I am nothing but a life,
So I put their lives as more important.
"If there is nothing wrong with me, where is all this self hate-coming from?"
It comes from environment and genes.
Nothing matters so why do I have emotion?
I'm logical and cynical and losing sense of touch.
Don't let me lose love.
Don't let me lose him.
Don't let me lose my care.
Don't let me lose who I am,
I would have nothing to live for,
and so I ask,
Why? Why life? Why death caused by life?
Why is there hurt
Why is there no respect
Why do we cling to survival
and why do we fear?




Copyright © AssassinatorGirl ... [ 2005-10-23 16:12:31]
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Re: Jigsaw (User Rating: 1 )
by Dark_and_Cold on Monday, 24th October 2005 @ 07:56:23 PM AEST
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Loved your poem, well written.

Brandin


Re: Jigsaw (User Rating: 1 )
by sride686 on Monday, 7th November 2005 @ 07:01:39 AM AEST
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A very different write but very well done with some really thought provoking questions. Keep up the writes and keep release these thoughts that torment you and release the pain that comes with them. Thank you for the comment on my write as well. Take care….Steve




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