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Array ( [sid] => 95403 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Grace's Farewell Address [time] => 2005-05-22 22:28:19 [hometext] => Please comment... [bodytext] => There was this girl who had the world in her palm but she let it fall to the ground,
and said proudly bump everyone around,
as she looked in the mirror she cried,
as she looked and watched herself die.
love was no longer the sunny warmth feeling to her,
just a moment of joy later surperessed by the
pain of the thought that someone for a spare moment could care for her,
but they didn't so it was a waste of time,
and she entertained the thought saying to herself that maybe that someone could be
mine,
but it wasn't good enough, it couldn't surpass the hunger,
the love in between the storms wasn't good enough any longer,
it didn't strengthen her during the time she needed strength,
for some reason it made her weakened.
so she fell into the intertwining clouds of hurt and torture and tears
and she stayed there over the course of many years, and she just continued to fall
her mouth wouldn't open to shout out or call for help,
her mouth was sown shut and she entered into paralysis where she was found,
somewhere between the earth and the ground, between reality and peace,
between the knives and the beast, so she was stuck in this situation of numbness,
and she lost herself in the world's dumbness,
and her heart dropped to the worth of a penny with
a hole in it,
at least thats how she felt and that became her realness, that became her life,
her story her pain her strife, and so she wrote a letter addressing it
to the world, beside her coffin she laid it,
saying,
"let the greatest parts of the year before,
be the worst parts of your future, and know i didn't die from
nothing but the pain of a heart turned brooken..." signed lifes fair and lost maiden...... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 52 [informant] => POETICALLY-INCLINED [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )
Grace's Farewell Address

Contributed by POETICALLY-INCLINED on Sunday, 22nd May 2005 @ 10:28:19 PM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry



There was this girl who had the world in her palm but she let it fall to the ground,
and said proudly bump everyone around,
as she looked in the mirror she cried,
as she looked and watched herself die.
love was no longer the sunny warmth feeling to her,
just a moment of joy later surperessed by the
pain of the thought that someone for a spare moment could care for her,
but they didn't so it was a waste of time,
and she entertained the thought saying to herself that maybe that someone could be
mine,
but it wasn't good enough, it couldn't surpass the hunger,
the love in between the storms wasn't good enough any longer,
it didn't strengthen her during the time she needed strength,
for some reason it made her weakened.
so she fell into the intertwining clouds of hurt and torture and tears
and she stayed there over the course of many years, and she just continued to fall
her mouth wouldn't open to shout out or call for help,
her mouth was sown shut and she entered into paralysis where she was found,
somewhere between the earth and the ground, between reality and peace,
between the knives and the beast, so she was stuck in this situation of numbness,
and she lost herself in the world's dumbness,
and her heart dropped to the worth of a penny with
a hole in it,
at least thats how she felt and that became her realness, that became her life,
her story her pain her strife, and so she wrote a letter addressing it
to the world, beside her coffin she laid it,
saying,
"let the greatest parts of the year before,
be the worst parts of your future, and know i didn't die from
nothing but the pain of a heart turned brooken..." signed lifes fair and lost maiden......




Copyright © POETICALLY-INCLINED ... [ 2005-05-22 22:28:19]
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Re: Grace's Farewell Address (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 23rd May 2005 @ 03:12:27 AM AEST
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Very moving, sad but great writing.
huggs,
emy




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