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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Calling Our Father in Heaven! Can You Help? Blood bleeds, Torture It Feeds.
[time] => 2003-02-17 23:40:00
[hometext] => This is a little experiment. I wrote straight on to the computer what I was feeling during a manic moment. I havent worried about the poetics like I have done with previous posts. Cant poetics be whatever you want them to? Anyway, it will be interesting to see if anyone can relate to and/or understand whats going on? It is, so to speak, pure feeling without being doctored to make it reader friendly.
[bodytext] => Hey you Mr on that cloud! Stop smiling and help out. One youth, one chance, Do you see me laugh? Rain rain go away, Give me strength to rest. A confession brings the truth When it could have stayed in the back, Lost not to be found, The sun to rise not set, The rain to pour but no get me wet. Well don't listen father. Don't you want to give me strength. Strength through feelings. I cant make you, Is it possible for you? You havent yet shown me Light from the skies and angels on my bed. I'm still alive though and very much confused. Confusion may be a laugh if its not you. If it is, its hell, You're dwelling in the underworld, Burning in fire. How do you heal burns? You can't. They're scars. They're everlasting. They may however fade in time, But present is now And I live for the moment, Feeling like a caged rat. Death will free it. I'm not scared. I'll live forever. With who together? O Father, show me faith. Pull me through doomed youth. Drink drink one more drink. It's not getting better, Just leaving it another day. Feelings hurt. I hate feelings. I want to be numb. I feel other peoples hurt. I can't win. Perhaps I can. I can't win. I know I can. It hurts me more than pain. I love everything about love But hate everything about hate. I need a rebirth. Someone with no life. Books and sleep. Sleep is a drug. I forget the pain and think stars and fairies. Then I wake. I start to shake. I need more. More sleep, everlasting sleep But not death. I can't win you see? Everlasting sleep without death? I can win. I wish for my own life, Created by myself. No more thoughts of tomorrow. There is no next day. A constant bright floaty day. It's my dream to live a dream. Father, o Father show yourself. Prove yourself to me. I'll follow with dignity. I'll be your slave. All I ask is to get me out. Get me out of pain, Get me out of confusion. Please our father in heaven, Help me live pain free. I want to kill anxiety. Kill it with my own hands. With a self made knife and cut it out of life. Go go begone! Go go begone! Go go begone! Come back! What? [comments] => 4 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 48 [informant] => ed [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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