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Array ( [sid] => 36197 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Mortal remains [time] => 2004-02-24 22:07:13 [hometext] => I am wrighting this for the first time: like im making it up on the spot. yes its long but good! [bodytext] => Forgoten he walked alone,
on the least traveled roads,
they were not the fanciest,
but the least appealing,
others mocked him for his choice,
but he knew that it was the choice for him.
though the paths were miles appart,
he still heard the voices of the others,
to any one it would have seemed faint,
but to him they seemed,
as if shouted in his ear,
he had made one more choice,
but this one was to end his life,
he grabed a dager and slit his wrist,
the wind had seemed to blow,
in its anger, fustration, and sorrow,
the trees spread roots upward,
to lift him to the sky,
the clouds were crying,
the rain drops told his story,
so he would not be forgoten,
but the others never heard,
his tale of anguish and defete,
the trees passed his body by moon light,
onto the pats so fine,
so they would know the pain,
of what they did,
the body roted on that path,
but his soul lived,
it travels the path less traveled,
from time to time,
and blocks the taunts and yells,
form the people on the path,
of finely covered cobble stone! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Arius-Inues [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
Mortal remains

Contributed by Arius-Inues on Tuesday, 24th February 2004 @ 10:07:13 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



Forgoten he walked alone,
on the least traveled roads,
they were not the fanciest,
but the least appealing,
others mocked him for his choice,
but he knew that it was the choice for him.
though the paths were miles appart,
he still heard the voices of the others,
to any one it would have seemed faint,
but to him they seemed,
as if shouted in his ear,
he had made one more choice,
but this one was to end his life,
he grabed a dager and slit his wrist,
the wind had seemed to blow,
in its anger, fustration, and sorrow,
the trees spread roots upward,
to lift him to the sky,
the clouds were crying,
the rain drops told his story,
so he would not be forgoten,
but the others never heard,
his tale of anguish and defete,
the trees passed his body by moon light,
onto the pats so fine,
so they would know the pain,
of what they did,
the body roted on that path,
but his soul lived,
it travels the path less traveled,
from time to time,
and blocks the taunts and yells,
form the people on the path,
of finely covered cobble stone!




Copyright © Arius-Inues ... [ 2004-02-24 22:07:13]
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Re: Mortal remains (User Rating: 1 )
by corrupted_minds on Wednesday, 7th April 2004 @ 05:32:02 AM AEST
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i've writen a poem with the same kind of concept, i like it nice work.




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