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Array ( [sid] => 58902 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Nature's Mockings And Lessons [time] => 2004-08-04 17:15:09 [hometext] => I know, the direction it takes wanders a little, but let me knows vat you thinks, darlings. I had an idea of how it would turn out, but didn't end up that way... :-D [bodytext] => There I lie,
soaking in the warm summer sun,
a glowing ball of hopes and happiness.
Always out of reach for me,
though it looks like I can grab it.
Perky flowers swaying in the
bitterly sweet wind.
They blow from side to side.
Dancing,
mocking me and
my despair.
The grass and ground support me
as I stare into the sky,
up at the fluffy clouds,
clouds without cares.
Clouds that take any shape with
no rhyme or reason.
They do what they do because
they feel it.
But even they, like everything else,
is influenced.
Nothing's straight up,
and when the heat's on,
all things are absorbed with their own
survival.
Nothing is to be trusted.
For all we know,
the sun won't rise,
the moon won't shine,
the stars will die,
and the earth will decide
to take its well earned revenge.
I lie there in
the sea of tears that
I have silently created.
I grab the knife that's at my side.
No one can be trusted,
so I'll forget all the secret agendas,
that is, once I'm dead.
Stab the knife into my chest,
make a jagged hole.
Reach my hands in very deep,
and pull out my
shattered heart. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 36 [informant] => WorthlesSanity666 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )

Nature's Mockings And Lessons

Contributed by WorthlesSanity666 on Wednesday, 4th August 2004 @ 05:15:09 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

There I lie,
soaking in the warm summer sun,
a glowing ball of hopes and happiness.
Always out of reach for me,
though it looks like I can grab it.
Perky flowers swaying in the
bitterly sweet wind.
They blow from side to side.
Dancing,
mocking me and
my despair.
The grass and ground support me
as I stare into the sky,
up at the fluffy clouds,
clouds without cares.
Clouds that take any shape with
no rhyme or reason.
They do what they do because
they feel it.
But even they, like everything else,
is influenced.
Nothing's straight up,
and when the heat's on,
all things are absorbed with their own
survival.
Nothing is to be trusted.
For all we know,
the sun won't rise,
the moon won't shine,
the stars will die,
and the earth will decide
to take its well earned revenge.
I lie there in
the sea of tears that
I have silently created.
I grab the knife that's at my side.
No one can be trusted,
so I'll forget all the secret agendas,
that is, once I'm dead.
Stab the knife into my chest,
make a jagged hole.
Reach my hands in very deep,
and pull out my
shattered heart.

Copyright © WorthlesSanity666 ... [ 2004-08-04 17:15:09]
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Re: Nature's Mockings And Lessons (User Rating: 1 )
by theMoth on Wednesday, 4th August 2004 @ 08:15:16 PM AEST
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this was cool too. lots of great phrases in here. --the moth

Re: Nature's Mockings And Lessons (User Rating: 1 )
by TwEeK on Wednesday, 18th August 2004 @ 03:43:49 PM AEST
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WoW....0_o creeped me out alittle there at that last part!
very emotionaly, but as you read it your character seems almost calm, like it was a dark creepy clamness to your character!
this poem drips imagery!
wonderfull write! i give it : * * * * 4 stars! and....
Doot-Doodle-Oot-Doot--Doo-Doo

tweek

Re: Nature's Mockings And Lessons (User Rating: 1 )
by all4jesus_teen on Friday, 17th September 2004 @ 11:03:24 PM AEST
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Wow, you are good at writing. that was very emotional, well written, but sad. Overall good work.

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