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[title] => Untitled -as of yet
[time] => 2003-11-18 03:26:53
[hometext] => yeah - some things are hard to explain
[bodytext] => It’s as deep as an ocean As dark as outer space As mysterious as another’s heart As fine and fragile as lace. It cannot be seen, Nor can it be bought. It is a muddle of feelings When a response is sought. It’s a walking contradiction, It’s a truth, but it’s a lie. I want to scream is out loud, But this message is too shy. I have a million words to describe it, But I still can’t find just one. It’s a heaven on earth, a hell in the clouds As moon where there should be a sun. It’s the black hole in my galaxy A whirlpool in my sea. It’s a void – a deep nothingness, In the very center of me. It’s the nerve endings that cause pain, It’s the pain that makes you cry, The pain you cannot feel, but sense, The sense that makes you die. It’s a dagger in your heart A needle in my eye. A deep bed of nails, And a fallen ladder in the sky. It’s a going nowhere quickly, It’s a shadow on your soul. It’s the dawn, but then the dusk, It’s the puzzle piece that makes you whole. It’s a puddle it the road, It makes you stop, then makes you see. A reflection of your life, But that reflection just isn’t me. It’s what makes you hate when you’re in love. It holds you up when you feel low. When you want a moment to pass, It’s what makes time go in slow mo. It’s a best friend, and worst enemy, Cause of sickness, cause of joy. It’s like the strings of a puppet, See how it plays you like a toy. It’s the butterflies in your stomach, The voices in your head. It’s the stars speaking to you in whispers As you’re lying on your bed. But it’s a question, a million of them, That are suffocating my mind. My meaningless life, Full of answers I cannot find. Why do I feel so empty? No emotions left to share. No love, no hate, no compassion. For some reason they’re not there. Sometimes I just cry. Not through sadness anger or pain, Not through happiness, empathy or jealousy. I’m void of all, just the same. I have never felt so cold, Nor felt so utterly alone, Even when I’m in my warm covers Surrounded by family in my home. A tsunami of confusion A wave of emptiness. The dying embers – death, The only solution to all of this. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 235 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Katie-Kate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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