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Array ( [sid] => 126965 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Like, Lighthearted is the New Bleak! [time] => 2006-10-15 20:57:27 [hometext] => It's cool to feel recovered after feeling awful. Critique leas-pay! [[NOTE: I'll give you 5 bucks if you comment on my other poem about South Park XD]] [bodytext] => Day one.
At first I felt bleak.
I need something to break the chain
I''m sitting calm. I''m flicking at my nails.
Going through the motions but you can''t promulate it

They reminded me of that abyss.
Walking through that white abyss [[ that blank page ]] I found
a hole in the floor and I picked it up and there was
nothing at all. There was nothing in it.

Fall things deprecate those happy onsets.

I ask myself if it will never go unanswered and the world responds in entirety.
So I came home. I killed anything that''s been an irritation.
And I literally sat down. And I plainly cried.
Watching you walk makes me honorably dead inside.


I wept, ''help to me please send to me
give your light on down.''

The truth is the hardest part of reality.
Like the edge is the sharpest of a razor.
I wrote it down to reflect only to put it bluntly....

But then I woke up.

I opened my eyes.

I love that I broke the figurative bind.

I love when I feel free,
and I don't just mean liberty.
I mean when I'm happy enough to just jump.
When I really smile, short of the density of a headache.

A lightweight dance.
Enjoy some negligible amusment.
I love when I can return to my geeky window.
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Like, Lighthearted is the New Bleak!

Contributed by sally-heart-jack on Sunday, 15th October 2006 @ 08:57:27 PM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems



Day one.
At first I felt bleak.
I need something to break the chain
I''m sitting calm. I''m flicking at my nails.
Going through the motions but you can''t promulate it

They reminded me of that abyss.
Walking through that white abyss [[ that blank page ]] I found
a hole in the floor and I picked it up and there was
nothing at all. There was nothing in it.

Fall things deprecate those happy onsets.

I ask myself if it will never go unanswered and the world responds in entirety.
So I came home. I killed anything that''s been an irritation.
And I literally sat down. And I plainly cried.
Watching you walk makes me honorably dead inside.


I wept, ''help to me please send to me
give your light on down.''

The truth is the hardest part of reality.
Like the edge is the sharpest of a razor.
I wrote it down to reflect only to put it bluntly....

But then I woke up.

I opened my eyes.

I love that I
broke the figurative bind.

I love when I feel free,
and I don't just mean liberty.
I mean when I'm happy enough to just jump.
When I really smile, short of the density of a headache.

A lightweight dance.
Enjoy some negligible amusment.
I love when I can return to my geeky window.




Copyright © sally-heart-jack ... [ 2006-10-15 20:57:27]
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Re: Like, Lighthearted is the New Bleak! (User Rating: 1 )
by one-curly-fry on Sunday, 15th October 2006 @ 11:19:28 PM AEST
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Well done - this is a very complicated piece - had to read over it a few times to made sure I uderstood it properly. I very much like the structure - Good write!

- Tim

BTW - you really want ppl to read your South Park poem huh? lol > It is a nice poem!




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