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Array ( [sid] => 121939 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Buried [time] => 2006-06-18 13:15:10 [hometext] => [bodytext] => my life has become an adiction
i lost my pride, i cant tell fact from fiction
my life as i know it, is messed up beyond repair
someone call a therapy group, so i have people to share
annother golden opportunity lost, oh well, forget it
i just need myself to pass out, no one cares a bit
i'm scared of myself, i scare myself when i stare at the mirror
the same old, same old, the living boy who turns away in terror
someone eject the pain out of his veins, so he can think straight
someone fish, so they can bail this living boy out with some bait
w stands for winner, but don't press your luck
push this boy out the window, i wonder how many would give a
laugh and point, hoot and holler, this boy just drowned
would you care, i bet you wouldnt even be around [comments] => 3 [counter] => 229 [topic] => 32 [informant] => BlueEyedTerror [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )

Buried

Contributed by BlueEyedTerror on Sunday, 18th June 2006 @ 01:15:10 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

my life has become an adiction
i lost my pride, i cant tell fact from fiction
my life as i know it, is messed up beyond repair
someone call a therapy group, so i have people to share
annother golden opportunity lost, oh well, forget it
i just need myself to pass out, no one cares a bit
i'm scared of myself, i scare myself when i stare at the mirror
the same old, same old, the living boy who turns away in terror
someone eject the pain out of his veins, so he can think straight
someone fish, so they can bail this living boy out with some bait
w stands for winner, but don't press your luck
push this boy out the window, i wonder how many would give a
laugh and point, hoot and holler, this boy just drowned
would you care, i bet you wouldnt even be around

Copyright © BlueEyedTerror ... [ 2006-06-18 13:15:10]
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Re: Buried (User Rating: 1 )
by Ruby2sdy on Sunday, 18th June 2006 @ 01:44:06 PM AEST
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Oh, what can I say? Very nice, if you were pushed out of a window I'm sure a lot of people would notice, the world would be short of someone with quite a raw talent, keep up the writing, tis good my friend, tis good!

2sdyx

Re: Buried (User Rating: 1 )
by wolf_tamer on Sunday, 18th June 2006 @ 02:02:20 PM AEST
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i would care. i hate hearing about ppl dying. it makes me really upset.
anyways.. i like this poem a lot. the flow is nice, and it gets your point across. good job
~wolf~

Re: Buried (User Rating: 1 )
by candysears on Sunday, 18th June 2006 @ 02:58:39 PM AEST
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Nice write..It has a nice flow..
God Bless!

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