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Array ( [sid] => 50359 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Gone Are Distant Memories [time] => 2004-06-04 07:07:05 [hometext] => Sadly I think this poem covers a subject that a lot of people can relate with in one form or another [bodytext] => Whom will they accept, whom will they like?
The person in the mirror and myself aren’t alike
Everyone knows this stranger I see lying in the glass
But him and I were never a part of the same class

The days go by like weeks, and the weeks like years
There’s no real way to describe the pain inside my tears
Anymore I stand in front of the mirror for hours on end
Trying to figure out who I see…no longer can I pretend

They say I’m a great guy; they’ll always be by my side
They don’t know so many emotions ago the real me died
They love this man in the glass; but I’m not even sure who he is
One thing I know, these aren’t my friends instead they’re friends of his

It’s been so long, every day I forget more about the real me
I wish I could just forget about him and let myself be free!
It was fun at first being someone that everyone cared for
But now showing people the real me is a thought I abhor

It’s so much harder than it seems erasing the fictitious me
Pretending for so many years, with everyone else I start to agree
Maybe this is really who I am, not just a fictitious shell
Any more it seems my retentiveness has gone straight to hell

Today I went to look in the mirror but no one was there
It was so strange I saw no reflection…nothing but air
I stare at the mirror, seeing nothing but my creation
Forever will I be locked inside my lifeless desolation
I’ll never gain control, I’ve hidden the real me for so long…
I no longer know who I am even the distant memory’s gone... [comments] => 7 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 61 [informant] => MilitaryPrince [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
Gone Are Distant Memories

Contributed by MilitaryPrince on Friday, 4th June 2004 @ 07:07:05 AM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



Whom will they accept, whom will they like?
The person in the mirror and myself aren’t alike
Everyone knows this stranger I see lying in the glass
But him and I were never a part of the same class

The days go by like weeks, and the weeks like years
There’s no real way to describe the pain inside my tears
Anymore I stand in front of the mirror for hours on end
Trying to figure out who I see…no longer can I pretend

They say I’m a great guy; they’ll always be by my side
They don’t know so many emotions ago the real me died
They love this man in the glass; but I’m not even sure who he is
One thing I know, these aren’t my friends instead they’re friends of his

It’s been so long, every day I forget more about the real me
I wish I could just forget about him and let myself be free!
It was fun at first being someone that everyone cared for
But now showing people the real me is a thought I abhor

It’s so much harder than it seems erasing the fictitious me
Pretending for so many years, with everyone else I start to agree
Maybe this is really who I am, not just a fictitious shell
Any more it seems my retentiveness has gone straight to hell

Today I went to look in the mirror but no one was there
It was so strange I saw no reflection…nothing but air
I stare at the mirror, seeing nothing but my creation
Forever will I be locked inside my lifeless desolation
I’ll never gain control, I’ve hidden the real me for so long…
I no longer know who I am even the distant memory’s gone...




Copyright © MilitaryPrince ... [ 2004-06-04 07:07:05]
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Re: Gone Are Distant Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Friday, 4th June 2004 @ 07:17:00 AM AEST
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Your poems are filled to the brim with hurt and pain and feeling, which makes them materpieces of writing, I am so sorry that you feel this way when you look in the mirror, I feel the same when I look there, I do not know the person staring back sometimes

takecare
Pixie xx


Re: Gone Are Distant Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Friday, 4th June 2004 @ 07:21:00 AM AEST
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Wow, impressive stuff. Yes, I think we can all relate at one time or another.
Stitch


Re: Gone Are Distant Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by Princesaazul16 on Friday, 4th June 2004 @ 07:47:18 AM AEST
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Wonderful job! I loved this poem. I fully understand how you feel. And I know we're not the only two people. You did a great job expressing your feelings. Keep up the good work, and I'm here if it means anything..
~Stace~


Re: Gone Are Distant Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by krisseee on Friday, 4th June 2004 @ 08:05:21 AM AEST
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what a quality addition to the site... MilitaryPrince.
will enjoy reading more


Re: Gone Are Distant Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by Dawny on Saturday, 5th June 2004 @ 07:50:59 AM AEST
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I used to feel this way long ago. There will come a time you will know that reflection again, Time will heal if you let it.
Another excellent poem, your truly an asset to ypdc!!

Love Dawny x


Re: Gone Are Distant Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by STRaNGe_LiNDSeY on Saturday, 5th June 2004 @ 04:13:42 PM AEST
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Whoa! Military... This was so breath-takingly bittersweet. The person you describe, the person thats hiding really showed through this poem. You are an excellent writer and I hope to see more very very soon.

Lindsey


Re: Gone Are Distant Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 8th June 2004 @ 02:35:57 AM AEST
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Resonative. I like the ethereal vampirical notion used with the mirror. Well-rhymed and rhythmic - I like it a lot.
Thanks for writing.




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