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Array ( [sid] => 26700 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => SUBLIME [time] => 2003-11-08 03:25:47 [hometext] => .....time is closing in......be careful of where you've been.....all that's left that is sublime.........is all that is of your time.......... [bodytext] => I've stared grief down a million times
yet, now my anger is settin in
find it hard some days to make life rhyme
especially with every bad place i've been
sick of remembering all their hateful crimes
while in bliss reliving all the sin
went through life as their submissive mime
while all they did is laugh and grin
i'd be rich now with all the comparison dimes
but still weakened by yesterday's gin
could never soak long enough to rid myself of the grime
not ever strong or fast and always lost the win
a purpose is missing from some stolen times
nothing ever really seems to fit in
life has soundly left me without reason nor rhyme
cannot see where i am going and so afraid of where i've been
loss of value with an empty spirit feels just like a crime
wondering what i did to deserve paying for all their sins
aching to stop living life like a ruthless mime
waiting to have my own little evil grin
rather have a tails down penny than to ever lose a dime
lost those days of waking up lost from love's strange gin
my choice or not, pleasure or screams....in my mind it's all the grime
getting through day by day is not considered a win

time is closing in......be careful of where you've been......all that's left that is sublime......is all that is of your time.......... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 1010 [topic] => 13 [informant] => jaeann [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
SUBLIME

Contributed by jaeann on Saturday, 8th November 2003 @ 03:25:47 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I've stared grief down a million times
yet, now my anger is settin in
find it hard some days to make life rhyme
especially with every bad place i've been
sick of remembering all their hateful crimes
while in bliss reliving all the sin
went through life as their submissive mime
while all they did is laugh and grin
i'd be rich now with all the comparison dimes
but still weakened by yesterday's gin
could never soak long enough to rid myself of the grime
not ever strong or fast and always lost the win
a purpose is missing from some stolen times
nothing ever really seems to fit in
life has soundly left me without reason nor rhyme
cannot see where i am going and so afraid of where i've been
loss of value with an empty spirit feels just like a crime
wondering what i did to deserve paying for all their sins
aching to stop living life like a ruthless mime
waiting to have my own little evil grin
rather have a tails down penny than to ever lose a dime
lost those days of waking up lost from love's strange gin
my choice or not, pleasure or screams....in my mind it's all the grime
getting through day by day is not considered a win

time is closing in......be careful of where you've been......all that's left that is sublime......is all that is of your time..........




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Re: SUBLIME (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Saturday, 8th November 2003 @ 04:59:40 AM AEST
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BRAVO JAYMEE
Best poem you have written.I love the last line like the first....but everything in between is really great not worse.
all that's left that is sublime....is all that is of your time!
Wonderful
Love you,
CnSue


Re: SUBLIME (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Monday, 10th November 2003 @ 12:45:47 AM AEST
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wonderfully written ..very thoughtful.so much insight into life..take care dear friend.. venkat




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