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[aid] => mick
[title] => Wandering Thoughts
[time] => 2012-06-18 17:39:51
[hometext] => I was in a dark place when I wrote this. After I put it down in paper, I lost it, and thought it lost. I found it a while ago, and now I'm posting it here. This one is writtenkmj fast and hard, so be gentle, because this is my emotional breakdown here :-)
[bodytext] => I'm going crazy. I know I am.I keep on seeing things that are not their.I see:Darkness with crimson,blue ith bruised green.Poppy pink with lovely weeds,tangling my legs, my feet; making me stumble.But when I look, I am untangled.There is nothing there to hold me.So now what will?Hold me, that is.I feel unsteady;Like a new-born saplingGod, I'm going crazy, because I feel so needy.And I keep on seeing those things, when I'm awake, asleep;They just keep at me,Never leaving me alone.I WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE!Instead I am attacked by something I can't even describe.Like a lost soul cowering from a shrine,I cover my eyes and try to hide:But it is useless.Useless.Useless.USELESS. . .I just want to be swallowed in the night.
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Wandering Thoughts
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gypsymaddness
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Monday, 18th June 2012 @ 05:39:51 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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I'm going crazy. I know I am.I keep on seeing things that are not their.I see:Darkness with crimson,blue ith bruised green.Poppy pink with lovely weeds,tangling my legs, my feet; making me stumble.But when I look, I am untangled.There is nothing there to hold me.So now what will?Hold me, that is.I feel unsteady;Like a new-born saplingGod, I'm going crazy, because I feel so needy.And I keep on seeing those things, when I'm awake, asleep;They just keep at me,Never leaving me alone.I WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE!Instead I am attacked by something I can't even describe.Like a lost soul cowering from a shrine,I cover my eyes and try to hide:But it is useless.Useless.Useless.USELESS. . .I just want to be swallowed in the night.
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Re: Wandering Thoughts
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by lee6787 on
Tuesday, 19th June 2012 @ 03:09:28 AM AEST
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| I can feel some of the pain through this poem and I know the feeling of dancing with madness. Some might find that in reading this work of yours that it would make them feel uneasy. Id simply say that in my own way I understand and that though difficult spats with madness allways come to a close if you should ever read this please keep writing as you do. its rather inspiring in a way |
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Re: Wandering Thoughts
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by scarletnoose on
Tuesday, 19th June 2012 @ 12:36:08 PM AEST
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| i find that some of my best work is done when i break. i love this poem thank you for posting it |
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