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[aid] => mick
[title] => Here it is again...
[time] => 2004-05-09 14:54:39
[hometext] => I wrote this almost a year ago. I didn't change the way I wrote it by putting it into stanzas or anything. It was the flow of my emotions that day so I decided to leave it that way. I hope you like it*
[bodytext] => Here it is again Once more. Wide-eyed morning. Bleak and black. Routine: Get up, Dress, Learn to smile Before the descent. Start the day right Better yet...Not at all. [Hush now, vicious voice of woe] Think positive where possible, If it ever stops Tick-Tick-Ticking over Mind - Matter. And some sweet indifference Mundane and insignificant. In the bigger picture The reflection's getting thinner [I wish] In terms of what's to offer. From here Spiralling A whirl of doubt, fear, loathing. How to bear 'inadequate' On such shoulders? Surely incapable as well as. Comparisons thick and fast And still paler for the want. Another day, perhaps, to shine? But don't count on that Or anything, anyone. Self-sufficient in spite of lacking. Wanting, needing but never reaching. Don't let them in here, The sins, See for themselves what it is That induces hate so. Build the wall Until hidden. Oh sweet bliss of disappearance. Sweet silence Where even thoughts come undone And slumber into Deep nights of continuous... Nice dream, Nice dream. Cruel, cruel reality That brings me here again... Wide-eyed morning Black and bleak, Bruised and blue. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 48 [informant] => reilt [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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