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ENTERTAINMENT

Contributed by Onslaught on Saturday, 30th April 2005 @ 02:40:17 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



This ground beneath me
The only thing
That has always been here for me
And yet I’m trying to get
As far away from it as I can

The endless hollow plights
Of an endless amount of hollow people
In endless days
Running around in Circles

You say that life isn’t so bad
But it is
Just look at all the things you do
For mere entertainment

The things you use indulgently
To obscure
The horror that is life
Have lulled and deceived you
Into believing
That because of them
Life is good

But none of that
Seems so special to me
Nothing we do is necessary
Just try and show me
What is so special
And I will reveal to you
That its only something
We have created
To dull our thoughts
Like morphine for our minds
Making us numb to the passing of time

The pleasure of life
Made only as good
As the amount of relief
From the pain of life
From which you seek to escape
But now you can only ingest your cyanides
To make this life worth living
And to live it to its fullest
Means in others and to yourself
Causing pain
To hide from the pain

You say that life isn’t so bad
But it is
Just look at all the things you do
For mere entertainment




Copyright © Onslaught ... [ 2005-04-30 02:40:17]
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Re: ENTERTAINMENT (User Rating: 1 )
by blowfish_jane on Saturday, 30th April 2005 @ 04:19:40 AM AEST
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Living in LA does this to people. It really does and i would know.
I like this tho Mikey. You wrote this so very well.

Missed ya,
Janey


Re: ENTERTAINMENT (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Saturday, 30th April 2005 @ 10:17:13 AM AEST
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well done


Re: ENTERTAINMENT (User Rating: 1 )
by DannerSwa on Friday, 7th October 2005 @ 02:55:34 AM AEST
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Very wise, Well spoken, and brilliant concept. Awesome work.




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