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[aid] => mick
[title] => Not Alone
[time] => 2004-05-05 10:44:03
[hometext] => Comments are appreciated. This started out as an 'angsty crappy poem' as my poetry has been called lately, but changed to a more inspirational type...so I'm not really sure what to call it...
[bodytext] => i have seen the writing on the wall i know of the truth or so i am convinced before--when i stumbled in blindness i thought i understood. so am i walking in a straight line? or am i destined for this-- the continual reminiscance of my failures? turning them over and over in my mind trying faithlessly to understand to grasp the meaning of the beat behind the blood and every day i waited for an explanation but my answers never came. should i let this drive me to my old ways of internalization? of the blade? of self-despise? it is said that in truth there lies freedom. then why has the key to my cell been melted down to a boiling magma--to be shaped into grenades and bullets and bombs? to help them commit pollitical suicide while i am forced to live on in this place where everything has been done before every line to my story means nothing because there are six billion others living out the same fate and so i cannot make an impact because history is destined to repeat and each one of them is doomed to live in solitude and sadness each strand of thought is not unique nor the way words lace themselves and the pictures that we paint fade away and when we die we take our pain with us, but we leave the world more scarred than before more so than our arms when our pain overflowed to a sharp object and we embraced our apathy but the earth knows no indifferance and each drop of blood we shed causes a new slice upon the earth because with each cut a part of us fades and is lost indefinately and so the world must also bleed for it too looses the bad blood along with the good but each tear we shed in compromise slowly replenishes our faith for as we cry--a thousand others cry with us so we may know we're not alone. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 65 [informant] => liquidchaos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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