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Array ( [sid] => 79051 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I am tired [time] => 2005-01-08 18:07:35 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I am tired, tired of glaring eyes hard
like prowling piranhas scurrying ups a river bed of skeletal fragments.

I am tired, tired of ice-branded words slicing my dignity
through the liquid shadows of the night.

I am tired, tired of dreaming incubus fantasies, steering me over
a cliff of a thousand needle beds, bending my body parts in shreds.

I am tired, tired of hearing gossips like folklore past around more than flyers
of a free barbeque in a twisted road of a park.

I am tired, tired of bare black claws piercing puncture wounds for having
curiosity like a cat through a broken mirror

I am tired, tired of fragile dreams stirring in a bowl of metallic ice cubed
to only break when encountering that first heavy obstacle

I am tired, tired of being something that I’m not with a mask from the light
of the moon covering my true sense of an identity.

my bones are weary now, vibrating blood and flesh to tame the body to lie still,
to sleep a sleep of an exasperated old traveler.

I am tired, but only to wake to that solemn solo step to be an individual and carry
my darkness on my back like a man of war with blood-tipped arrows through his chest.

By Erik Butzin

[comments] => 3 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Rhino33 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
I am tired

Contributed by Rhino33 on Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 06:07:35 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I am tired, tired of glaring eyes hard
like prowling piranhas scurrying ups a river bed of skeletal fragments.

I am tired, tired of ice-branded words slicing my dignity
through the liquid shadows of the night.

I am tired, tired of dreaming incubus fantasies, steering me over
a cliff of a thousand needle beds, bending my body parts in shreds.

I am tired, tired of hearing gossips like folklore past around more than flyers
of a free barbeque in a twisted road of a park.

I am tired, tired of bare black claws piercing puncture wounds for having
curiosity like a cat through a broken mirror

I am tired, tired of fragile dreams stirring in a bowl of metallic ice cubed
to only break when encountering that first heavy obstacle

I am tired, tired of being something that I’m not with a mask from the light
of the moon covering my true sense of an identity.

my bones are weary now, vibrating blood and flesh to tame the body to lie still,
to sleep a sleep of an exasperated old traveler.

I am tired, but only to wake to that solemn solo step to be an individual and carry
my darkness on my back like a man of war with blood-tipped arrows through his chest.

By Erik Butzin





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Re: I am tired (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 09:10:01 PM AEST
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i think this would be better without repeating im tired so often for the sake of format. very deep and interesting thoughts expressed here.


Re: I am tired (User Rating: 1 )
by afterdark on Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 09:13:35 PM AEST
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It needed more of something that was not here at all.


Re: I am tired (User Rating: 1 )
by sniffy on Sunday, 9th January 2005 @ 03:21:29 PM AEST
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If you are that tired, you need some sleep. I would recommend at least 8 hours of sleep.




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