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Array ( [sid] => 71768 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => in progress [time] => 2004-11-16 14:05:51 [hometext] => [bodytext] => you've come to the conclusion you hate you...
and possibly you hate me too.
When your drinking water that doesn't really go anywhere...
you know that it's time now and what's done is done.
forgetting about the little people became common law...
your the only one that does anything and they only come to you to complain.
no one will talk to you for days on end to you lose the will to live...
but they come crawling back with your blood on their hands.

lets just pretend your not here right now...
hide you away under this make up of life.
tell them your existance wasn't really what they thought...
you can go away a while and when you get back your not you.
lie to yourself and say that everything you ever wanted you got...
when the one thing you wanted was the one thing they held on a string and someone at the other end pulled away everytime you got close.

fall back, jump foward, wear a hat, i don't care how silly you look...
life doesn't make enough sense to always wear pants.
the cats the only one that notices when you don't come home...
but what does that mean to you.
no ones is reading what's written clear as day on your face...
so you write a bad word and all of a sudden they see.
you ran through the woods and got cut by a tree...
and now everyone thinks you're into self mutilation.
When everything in your life is a medaphor for how sad you are...
who's going to tell you that your schizophrenic.

they all hide their hearts because they're too black in the nightime...
you only put the holes in it because once you thought it was right.
for the rest of us this doesn't make sense...
you have the key to the cryptic mind. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 13 [informant] => surge_joebot [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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Contributed by surge_joebot on Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 02:05:51 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



you've come to the conclusion you hate you...
and possibly you hate me too.
When your drinking water that doesn't really go anywhere...
you know that it's time now and what's done is done.
forgetting about the little people became common law...
your the only one that does anything and they only come to you to complain.
no one will talk to you for days on end to you lose the will to live...
but they come crawling back with your blood on their hands.

lets just pretend your not here right now...
hide you away under this make up of life.
tell them your existance wasn't really what they thought...
you can go away a while and when you get back your not you.
lie to yourself and say that everything you ever wanted you got...
when the one thing you wanted was the one thing they held on a string and someone at the other end pulled away everytime you got close.

fall back, jump foward, wear a hat, i don't care how silly you look...
life doesn't make enough sense to always wear pants.
the cats the only one that notices when you don't come home...
but what does that mean to you.
no ones is reading what's written clear as day on your face...
so you write a bad word and all of a sudden they see.
you ran through the woods and got cut by a tree...
and now everyone thinks you're into self mutilation.
When everything in your life is a medaphor for how sad you are...
who's going to tell you that your schizophrenic.

they all hide their hearts because they're too black in the nightime...
you only put the holes in it because once you thought it was right.
for the rest of us this doesn't make sense...
you have the key to the cryptic mind.




Copyright © surge_joebot ... [ 2004-11-16 14:05:51]
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Re: in progress (User Rating: 1 )
by CrimsonTears on Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 02:25:01 PM AEST
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wow...i really liked this...it was so powerful...great job...i loved it

Lots of Love
CrimsonTears


Re: in progress (User Rating: 1 )
by fielding88 on Sunday, 23rd January 2005 @ 12:21:34 PM AEST
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so true, oh so true. I really like how after i started reading this, I just slipped into the state of mind the poem is generally going for. I didn't want the poem to finish cause u were making so much sense. Amazing write.




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