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[sid] => 16422
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Out of the Darkness...
[time] => 2003-04-22 22:35:00
[hometext] => My very first poem. This is what got me started writing some four years ago. This is about rising up against everything that you hate and making a difference in your world.
[bodytext] => Here I am, world.
I am here. Alone in my room, I sit and stare. I stare at nothing. I stare at all, A Brown Recluse On a big blue ball. I see my light, But it's not quite seen, Covered by many With a dark phosphene. I see the world, But does it see me, A Green Recluse, Wild and free? No, I think I am not seen, Oppressed by such a dark phosphene. Is the world so bilnd? Am I so small, A Red Recluse On a big blue ball? I do not like Not being seen. I shall remove This black phosphene! I'll show the world I'm big and tall! I'll make them blind! I'll show them all! I'll make them see What won't be seen. I WILL remove This black phosphene! I have a plan, A cunning plot, To rid me of That big dark spot! I'll go to them, And I will sear All those who put This black thing here! I'll laugh at them And hear them scream For shattering My crystal dream! All I wanted Was to live, To be happy With the world, as is. But no! That's not The way things are! Their souls, I'll raze! Their skins, I'll char! The time has come. Today's the day I make the demons Go away! I start it up, And all is right, A-glowing in The silent night. Another falls. Another, and more, Aligning themselves At Death's dark door. Is it through though? No. I hear A building crashing At my rear! A long board pins My scorching thigh, And loudly, I Begin to cry! How loud I cry, It matters not. I have removed The hateful dot. But is it gone? No. Now it's red, Just like the fire 'Round my head. How loud I cry, It matters not, For none can hear Around this dot! A red-white ray Of hope appears. I pray to God. The siren nears. But they're too slow To save us all, And many leave This hellish ball. They are to slow To save us all, Even the Black Recluse On the big black ball. So once again, I am oppressed, Now by the flames In my ashen breast. I hear the sirens Fade away, And thus, so ends Another day. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 232 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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