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Array ( [sid] => 137539 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Stress [time] => 2007-09-27 11:43:42 [hometext] => when things get heavy its ok to walk away [bodytext] => stress comes from the career on my shoulders
balanced horizontally determined vertically
as to whether i give up or move forward and hit the books
from couraging statements, if its easy everyone will strive for it
passed through my thoughts and then dissappears
what high hopes i didnt expect, sad to say it was for nothing
like standing in front of a hurricane with an umbrealla
your effort with strong intentions was in vain


rest,its my drug when things get worse
as a soldier i was loyal towards my lover
cared for her like my loaded rifle
with all the drama leaked into my brain
cracked through my metal helmet
i was too tired and decided to leave her

The scale is full of problems
the weight is getting heavier
without any solutions
the leader my general with answers
couter attacks in tough situations
i asked what to do like a Son to a Father
he said for now retreat from what you stared

[comments] => 1 [counter] => 275 [topic] => 48 [informant] => dark_poet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Stress

Contributed by dark_poet on Thursday, 27th September 2007 @ 11:43:42 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



stress comes from the career on my shoulders
balanced horizontally determined vertically
as to whether i give up or move forward and hit the books
from couraging statements, if its easy everyone will strive for it
passed through my thoughts and then dissappears
what high hopes i didnt expect, sad to say it was for nothing
like standing in front of a hurricane with an umbrealla
your effort with strong intentions was in vain


rest,its my drug when things get worse
as a soldier i was loyal towards my lover
cared for her like my loaded rifle
with all the drama leaked into my brain
cracked through my metal helmet
i was too tired and decided to leave her

The scale is full of problems
the weight is getting heavier
without any solutions
the leader my general with answers
couter attacks in tough situations
i asked what to do like a Son to a Father
he said for now retreat from what you stared





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Re: Stress (User Rating: 1 )
by isis1987 on Thursday, 27th September 2007 @ 02:40:19 PM AEST
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very nice i liked it. and it is ok walk away when thnigs become to much to handle. well done.




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