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[aid] => mick
[title] => Rising From The Ashes
[time] => 2005-05-03 08:46:54
[hometext] => Haven't submitted in a while... please comment.
[bodytext] => They say that time can make a difference, but age doesn't make you man So now I separate my soul from my body, trying to discover who I really am on the inside And they say that knowledge is power, maybe that's why we all fear what we do not understand? Nothing is more true I'm very sorry to say, than when worlds and superpowers collide If you want peace, prepare for war... and see how many innocent lives are shattered and lost Our minds consumed by the desire to control all, taking over our normal and everyday lives And I think it's ironic how we all claim to want absolution and peace, but none of us realise at what cost The countless lies and endless manipulation that seem to make up the torment and sorrow from a thousand cries So here I go again, rising from the ashes that are both my sanctuary for life and death Just to be brought down again so cruelly by the words and actions of those who lack compassion And even though sometimes I feel like giving up on everyone and everything, being so different from all the rest I'll never give up on searching for the one thing that gives me so much hope and passion Being walked all over and continually judged, the seed of infection starts again as I ponder these thoughts of neglect and disrespect Lingering in my mind, plaguing me as I constantly consider myself the number one suspect The world brings me down and my feelings have become so suppressed as the truth is so hard to confess Now I feel like I have been condemned, as there are so many things that are going to need to be addressed I've bottled it all up inside now for far too long, like a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode The seconds count down and the anger builds up, I'm walking down such a long and lonely road It seems like my only salvation is to speak my mind, stand up for myself and let the apocalypse begin It's strange how the one thing that helps me carry on and get through is considered to be one of my deadliest sins So here I go again, rising from the ashes that are both my sanctuary for life and death Just to be brought down again so cruelly by the words and actions of those who lack compassion And even though sometimes I feel like giving up on everyone and everything, being so different from all the rest I'll never give up on searching for the one thing that gives me so much hope and passion Still searching for what the meaning of life is, as I think about where I fit into it all Wondering about the others who are so unprotected and powerless, not at fault of their own It's amazing how something can grow and manifest itself from something so insignificant and small Overpowering the strong tower and befalling an empire, collapsing that of which was once set in stone We learn from the past, remain in the present, and wonder about a glorious yet fearful and uncertain future... which we cannot behold And yes there will be times when it seems impossible to go on, feeling such weakness and discontent Sometimes it may seem hard to disregard and overlook, so that we can once again take control But in the end it makes us stronger, being able to overcome the challenges and difficulties that life presents So here I go again, rising from the ashes that are both my sanctuary for life and death Just to be brought down again so cruelly by the words and actions of those who lack compassion And even though sometimes I feel like giving up on everyone and everything, being so different from all the rest I'll never give up on searching for the one thing that gives me so much hope and passion [comments] => 2 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Tobe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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