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Array ( [sid] => 84872 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => This Wretched House [time] => 2005-02-18 17:45:05 [hometext] => [bodytext] => So remote on this island
that I have sailed to with you.
Out of touch from my pleasures
have no effect on your feelings or cares,
trying to find my place
in this off set of what used to be.
To keep my mind busy and body moving
is like fishing in a dried out ocean.
I try to find a source of income
but with no avail,
times are tough in the land of "freedom".
My heart dies with each day,
as each day brings me nothing
and I continue to fight against this loneliness,
against this failure I feel I am.
I can't stand it here, in this wretched house.
These doorways are nothing more than
portholes to Hell,
a place to die and no one knows.
Where sun bleached bones lie in fields of dreams,
is this to be my future resting place?
You do not see my sorrow,
as I see you wrapped up in sheets.
You do not see as I try,
try to help myself without asking of you,
and I see you wrapped up in sheets.
I don't want pity,
I don't want fighting,
I just want it all to end
and to relieve myself of the pressures
of this wretched house. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 198 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Nardo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

This Wretched House

Contributed by Nardo on Friday, 18th February 2005 @ 05:45:05 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

So remote on this island
that I have sailed to with you.
Out of touch from my pleasures
have no effect on your feelings or cares,
trying to find my place
in this off set of what used to be.
To keep my mind busy and body moving
is like fishing in a dried out ocean.
I try to find a source of income
but with no avail,
times are tough in the land of "freedom".
My heart dies with each day,
as each day brings me nothing
and I continue to fight against this loneliness,
against this failure I feel I am.
I can't stand it here, in this wretched house.
These doorways are nothing more than
portholes to Hell,
a place to die and no one knows.
Where sun bleached bones lie in fields of dreams,
is this to be my future resting place?
You do not see my sorrow,
as I see you wrapped up in sheets.
You do not see as I try,
try to help myself without asking of you,
and I see you wrapped up in sheets.
I don't want pity,
I don't want fighting,
I just want it all to end
and to relieve myself of the pressures
of this wretched house.

Copyright © Nardo ... [ 2005-02-18 17:45:05]
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Re: This Wretched House (User Rating: 1 )
by Live2Die on Friday, 18th February 2005 @ 05:50:53 PM AEST
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woah. I really really like that. I can visualize everything all the way thru it. Awesome Write

Re: This Wretched House (User Rating: 1 )
by Taurusgem1 on Friday, 18th February 2005 @ 05:53:11 PM AEST
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Where sun bleached bones lie in fields of dreams...

The Best Line.. Good Write

Re: This Wretched House (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 18th February 2005 @ 06:10:56 PM AEST
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"These doorways are nothing more than portholes to hell"one of the lines I really enjoyed.This poem was great.

Re: This Wretched House (User Rating: 1 )
by justme03 on Wednesday, 31st August 2005 @ 05:19:55 PM AEST
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woah every line was so intense
i enjoyed this immensly
and the title is so perfect
luv this poem
rock on and peace b with u

Re: This Wretched House (User Rating: 1 )
by Val-Hundra on Monday, 10th December 2007 @ 03:44:18 AM AEST
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Wonderful creation of images throughout this piece! I can tell you have a lot of emotions twined within these lines. That makes it all the more interesting to read, like a small peek inside of your mind.

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