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Array ( [sid] => 59818 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My Own [time] => 2004-08-11 23:08:05 [hometext] => [bodytext] => For as time passes so does my soul
it rips in two slits and yet it is stil whole
It fades beneath the colors I now show
and the real me subsides into the unknown.
Where life has no meaning at all
And have no purpose beyond any means.
Lifes gives birth to death and death brings out life
Every simple idea is twisted among one's fate
to where everything in the world is hid behind a plate glass door
to which we will never open; we can only stare at what was once our own
we will never retrieve it
we will never be able to grasp it again.
Bars of metals surrond us
Our hearts are captive in our own cells, yet we are the ones that hold the key
However we do not unlock the doors from within.
we are stuck in our own prision of defeat
we hold ourselves hostage
while everyone else runs free.
How can we escape our own strength?
Life runs out of ideas before we run out of life itself.
This is yet another captivity of my own [comments] => 1 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 43 [informant] => drummerchic18 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

My Own

Contributed by drummerchic18 on Wednesday, 11th August 2004 @ 11:08:05 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

For as time passes so does my soul
it rips in two slits and yet it is stil whole
It fades beneath the colors I now show
and the real me subsides into the unknown.
Where life has no meaning at all
And have no purpose beyond any means.
Lifes gives birth to death and death brings out life
Every simple idea is twisted among one's fate
to where everything in the world is hid behind a plate glass door
to which we will never open; we can only stare at what was once our own
we will never retrieve it
we will never be able to grasp it again.
Bars of metals surrond us
Our hearts are captive in our own cells, yet we are the ones that hold the key
However we do not unlock the doors from within.
we are stuck in our own prision of defeat
we hold ourselves hostage
while everyone else runs free.
How can we escape our own strength?
Life runs out of ideas before we run out of life itself.
This is yet another captivity of my own

Copyright © drummerchic18 ... [ 2004-08-11 23:08:05]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: My Own (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 12th August 2004 @ 12:28:59 AM AEST
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Sad but written well.
I think everyone can relate to this masterpeice.
They say, knowing is half the battl and I've found that to be very true.
Keep writing as u know it's a healer.
Hang tuff, my friend.
luv, huggs, jus knowing,
emy

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