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Array ( [sid] => 51900 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Lost in a stubborn sense [time] => 2004-06-14 14:07:41 [hometext] => This poem is about how sometimes us teenagers are confused when it comes to love and are sometimes faced w/ those love hate relationships [bodytext] =>
It’s beyond my control,
That’s why sometimes I let go.
Let’s drink to me,
& help delay my misery.
The sky seems deeper than it is,
Plenty left over of a kiss,
Timeless hours that I miss.
Untie the strings,
& show me what life can bring.
I take the blame,
When I lose my own game.
It’s not a matter of you Vs. me,
It’s a matter of who is quick enough to see.
Memories live in the living room rug,
Plenty left over of your drug.
Do you question who I turned out to be,
When night undress the shy in me?
Night consumes my days,
Life wakes me up with early morning rays.
For a moment I forget who I am,
& it’s hard to understand.
Showering in an after glow,
Time goes too slow.
I don’t pull away from your kiss,
Because I know it hurts you to see me like this.
This is not for you to worry,
When I'm the one that has to say I’m sorry.
I can’t stand another fight,
Not this night.
I do admit I’m sad,
& that this hurts me bad.
There’s this force that takes me to admit,
But never to resist.
When you place your hands upon my hips,
I bite my lips,
Because I feel it even through my finger tips.
With a giggle that breaks,
& the heart that just takes.
The hand that revokes,
& the look that provokes.
I don’t refuse,
When you put me to good use.
The root of a splinter,
Has made you hate this winter.
As much as I?, I don’t know,
Because it doesn’t show.
I’m up to twenty shots,
When I lose my self so poorly to my thoughts.
Soaked by rain,
I feel a pain,
But I don’t complain.
I walk into an illusion,
But I can’t find the solution.
I don’t know how to deal,
With what is real ,
Or how I feel.
[comments] => 1 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Avila [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )

Lost in a stubborn sense

Contributed by Avila on Monday, 14th June 2004 @ 02:07:41 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry

It’s beyond my control,
That’s why sometimes I let go.
Let’s drink to me,
& help delay my misery.
The sky seems deeper than it is,
Plenty left over of a kiss,
Timeless hours that I miss.
Untie the strings,
& show me what life can bring.
I take the blame,
When I lose my own game.
It’s not a matter of you Vs. me,
It’s a matter of who is quick enough to see.
Memories live in the living room rug,
Plenty left over of your drug.
Do you question who I turned out to be,
When night undress the shy in me?
Night consumes my days,
Life wakes me up with early morning rays.
For a moment I forget who I am,
& it’s hard to understand.
Showering in an after glow,
Time goes too slow.
I don’t pull away from your kiss,
Because I know it hurts you to see me like this.
This is not for you to worry,
When I'm the one that has to say I’m sorry.
I can’t stand another fight,
Not this night.
I do admit I’m sad,
& that this hurts me bad.
There’s this force that takes me to admit,
But never to resist.
When you place your hands upon my hips,
I bite my lips,
Because I feel it even through my finger tips.
With a giggle that breaks,
& the heart that just takes.
The hand that revokes,
& the look that provokes.
I don’t refuse,
When you put me to good use.
The root of a splinter,
Has made you hate this winter.
As much as I?, I don’t know,
Because it doesn’t show.
I’m up to twenty shots,
When I lose my self so poorly to my thoughts.
Soaked by rain,
I feel a pain,
But I don’t complain.
I walk into an illusion,
But I can’t find the solution.
I don’t know how to deal,
With what is real ,
Or how I feel.

Copyright Â© Avila ... [ 2004-06-14 14:07:41]
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Re: Lost in a stubborn sense (User Rating: 1 )
by xxbreathlessx on Monday, 14th June 2004 @ 02:21:06 PM AEST
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wow thts a good poem, i really like wen u said "When night undress the shy in me", bcuz i can realate to tht, u did an awesome job! keep writing!

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