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Array ( [sid] => 6721 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Starving [time] => 2002-11-15 08:00:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => In a dream,
places and people
I have never known before,
and places I have never
been before ,
are familiar as if
I have always been to these places.
Always known these faces.
But when I wake,
I am confused and sad
because they are not familiar,
and they are not here with me.
It is a kind of torture to me,
who has no friends,
and will never visit these places.
It is torture enough for me,
to get out of bed in the morning,
and know that i must find a way
to pass another day.
When I have run out of anything substantial,
or filling.
Slowly, I starve to death.
[comments] => 4 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 13 [informant] => POOBEAR [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Starving

Contributed by POOBEAR on Friday, 15th November 2002 @ 08:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

In a dream,
places and people
I have never known before,
and places I have never
been before ,
are familiar as if
I have always been to these places.
Always known these faces.
But when I wake,
I am confused and sad
because they are not familiar,
and they are not here with me.
It is a kind of torture to me,
who has no friends,
and will never visit these places.
It is torture enough for me,
to get out of bed in the morning,
and know that i must find a way
to pass another day.
When I have run out of anything substantial,
or filling.
Slowly, I starve to death.

Copyright Â© POOBEAR ... [ 2002-11-15 08:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Starving (User Rating: 1 )
by Valerie_Pearson on Friday, 15th November 2002 @ 08:16:59 AM AEST
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lots of emotions, loved this one, thank you for sharing this wonderful write

Re: Starving (User Rating: 1 )
by Written2bRead on Friday, 15th November 2002 @ 09:29:33 AM AEST
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Waking up in the morning, and choosing not to just go back to sleep. Dreams flood my head because I open the floodgates. I imagine the day before as if it were perfect, making small changes to what I said and did, making small changes to what she said and did, twisting imperfection in order to create my 'reality'. I imagine the day ahead as if it was promising but do not realize that tomorrow is not promised at all. NO PROMISED TOMORROW. All the events leading up to the present write from my memory into events that perfectly bring the conclusion to my life... the satisfaction to my void. Imagining the cure to my lonliness... Imagining.
Imagining myself to sleep...
Imagining myself to death.

I wake up and find that my dreams did not come true. The day shuts the floodgates and the heat of reality pulls my dreams away in banners of vapor. I'm left on the cracked red dirt that once softly lay deep beneath my dream. I invited this dream only to find it had washed away the healthy soil, the very little hope that I once had left to stand on. I cause my demise. I cause my demise by living in yesterday... as well as by living in tomorrow; and now an unmistakable angst burns my lungs... my breathing never to heal, my thirst never to cease.

What can heal me? What can truly satisfy?

Re: Starving (User Rating: 1 )
by Hollie85 on Friday, 15th November 2002 @ 11:03:47 AM AEST
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A good poem and well written. Let those emotions and thoughts flow free. Peace

Re: Starving (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Friday, 15th November 2002 @ 11:48:59 AM AEST
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This is absolutely beautiful
i really enjoyed this one it's
it's very sad to...Thanks for
sharing this one
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.

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