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Pickaxe
Contributed by
Blue
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Thursday, 12th December 2002 @ 07:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Lesions on my hands have scarred
From my heart the love is barred
Take the pickaxe, break my veins
There is no pleasure only pain.
Carve symbols in my flesh again
Turn to the power of the pen
If these words frighten, simply learn
They're written for my soul to purge.
Sick of me and sick of life
Turning to another knife.
No one cares what I can do.
No one wants to know the truth.
I want to be revolutionary
Now I know the truth is scary.
Disjointed thoughts that come together.
My heart's dried out and tough like leather.
Copyright ©
Blue
... [
2002-12-12 19:00:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Pickaxe
(User Rating: 1 ) by Snugglebear on
Thursday, 12th December 2002 @ 08:22:08 PM AEST (User
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Know how u feel bout being depressed. I've had alot to deal with lately. Your poem made me think about how i feel powerful by writing when other things aren't in my control. Great poem. |
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Re: Pickaxe
(User Rating: 1 ) by bobotheclown on
Thursday, 12th December 2002 @ 08:46:53 PM AEST (User
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Hey, Blue this was a very good poem I understand how u feel and that life seems hard and pointless at times. The line, "sick of me and sick of life" speaks a lot to me and I can relate to it a lot. Keep your chin up and writing poems like these I'm sure is an outlet.
- Bobo (Joel)
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Re: Pickaxe
(User Rating: 1 ) by OreO on
Saturday, 14th December 2002 @ 10:58:48 AM AEST (User
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Well you've done it again, you've created a masterpiece....oh how so very talented you are..."Sick of me, Sick of life, Turning to another knife" That line makes the entire poem right there....i hope this isnt how you really feel but if it is...my heart is right there....i been here in this place way more than i care to admit, just not with a knife....thanks for sharing this one i enjoyed it alot...
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Re: Pickaxe
(User Rating: 1 ) by Merd on
Sunday, 22nd December 2002 @ 04:40:09 PM AEST (User
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You'll get through the holidays, all will turn out well. Think of good times "driving driving driving, pedal pedal pedal, color color color, fear fear fear" and that you laughed and were happy. |
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