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Array ( [sid] => 7906 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Music [time] => 2002-12-03 23:00:00 [hometext] => Hey, I wrote this poem awhile back when I was VERY angry hope you enjoy. [bodytext] =>
The music has started sad and slow
Forced to sit in my room
Four walls replaced by mirrors
Forced to stare at myself, the failure
Forced to look at my bitter reflection
Everything is thrown back at me
Four times over
I feel so dirty and tainted
Praying the mirrors would crack,
Before my frayed sanity

I don't want to be
The perverbial loser anymore,
But I'm standing here
***** cutting myself to ***** shreds
I dont even know myself anymore
Every cut, every blow
Leaves me weaker and haggard
Leaves me crying and pathetic

And now I'm even more angry
Punching and kicking the mirrors,
But they don't break
They just mock me
And laugh at my pathetic weakness
The music starts to overwhelm me
Sad and slow
Penetrating every defense I put up
I can't deal with this ***** *****
Where has my razor gone?

Another question left unanswered
Forced to stare at my reflection
Which glimmers back depressingly
I hardly recognize myself
My naked body covered
In scars and cuts
Shaking uncontrollably
No bed to cry on
Forced to bury my head
Into the dank carpet
Stained by my tears, blood, and *****
Seeing no reason
To take another ***** breath
Why can't I leave
This ***** up *****?
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Music

Contributed by bobotheclown on Tuesday, 3rd December 2002 @ 11:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

The music has started sad and slow
Forced to sit in my room
Four walls replaced by mirrors
Forced to stare at myself, the failure
Forced to look at my bitter reflection
Everything is thrown back at me
Four times over
I feel so dirty and tainted
Praying the mirrors would crack,
Before my frayed sanity

I don't want to be
The perverbial loser anymore,
But I'm standing here
***** cutting myself to ***** shreds
I dont even know myself anymore
Every cut, every blow
Leaves me weaker and haggard
Leaves me crying and pathetic

And now I'm even more angry
Punching and kicking the mirrors,
But they don't break
They just mock me
And laugh at my pathetic weakness
The music starts to overwhelm me
Sad and slow
Penetrating every defense I put up
I can't deal with this ***** *****
Where has my razor gone?

Another question left unanswered
Forced to stare at my reflection
Which glimmers back depressingly
I hardly recognize myself
My naked body covered
In scars and cuts
Shaking uncontrollably
No bed to cry on
Forced to bury my head
Into the dank carpet
Stained by my tears, blood, and *****
Seeing no reason
To take another ***** breath
Why can't I leave
This ***** up *****?

Copyright © bobotheclown ... [ 2002-12-03 23:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Music (User Rating: 1 )
by Foo on Wednesday, 4th December 2002 @ 12:08:02 AM AEST
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Wow,Bobo,This is a great write.Really hit close to home.Although ive never felt like this many times,only once,that one time was almost unbearable.Keep your chin up Bobo,after every dark and stormy night there's always possibilities of a better brighter day.

Foobar!

Re: Music (User Rating: 1 )
by flirtyrockstar on Wednesday, 4th December 2002 @ 01:35:06 AM AEST
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This was a good poem with lots of feeling and an obvious mood, but I think you should have actually put the cussing in the poem rather than the ***'s because personally that took away from the way I read the poem because I was trying to figure out which word you originally placed into that position. Keep writing!

Re: Music (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Wednesday, 4th December 2002 @ 08:29:37 PM AEST
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This is so sad...i've been struggling with this for a while now...and it's hard...i know what it feels like to be in this dark place....it's very painful, one which is usually dealt with alone in one's dark room...it's a place i don't want to go back to but will if it's all that loves me...that's how i feel....if you need to talk you can message me...i appreciate you having the courage and strength to post this...it's beautifully sad...
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:.

Re: Music (User Rating: 1 )
by plous on Thursday, 5th December 2002 @ 11:32:21 PM AEST
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I had a friend like that, for real, and he would really get bad when he started drinking, so i talked him into takeing a vacation to somewhere, like the beach, he said he felt better, then i told him that its in his enviroment and you should not run from it, we are still dealing on how to make it so he can live without bounceing of the walls, butt you should not let something destroy you, talking to somebody helps break the tension.

Re: Music (User Rating: 1 )
by Sarah22 on Friday, 6th December 2002 @ 10:56:20 PM AEST
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im so very gald you
wrote this poem ;*).

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