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Array ( [sid] => 98209 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => weight [time] => 2005-06-15 23:59:49 [hometext] => this poem is about the affect out culture and media has on our self images [bodytext] => weight
(the force we exert on
the people,
the earth
filled with things
our opinions, decisions
can have a weight on;
to impact the world of color,
sound)
instead we worship the dead
leaves that fall on the ground
in autumn, shriveled and brown
clinging to the frigid wind
we will always try to fly,
weightless.
(but we have no control over our own destiny)
our flight is short,
and fatal
the soaring and singing, it always ends
with the crinkling sound of leaves
underneath feet that fade them into the ground.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 43 [informant] => whoelse [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

weight

Contributed by whoelse on Wednesday, 15th June 2005 @ 11:59:49 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

weight
(the force we exert on
the people,
the earth
filled with things
our opinions, decisions
can have a weight on;
to impact the world of color,
sound)
instead we worship the dead
leaves that fall on the ground
in autumn, shriveled and brown
clinging to the frigid wind
we will always try to fly,
weightless.
(but we have no control over our own destiny)
our flight is short,
and fatal
the soaring and singing, it always ends
with the crinkling sound of leaves
underneath feet that fade them into the ground.

Copyright © whoelse ... [ 2005-06-15 23:59:49]
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Re: weight (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 16th June 2005 @ 12:35:07 AM AEST
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This is true when i was 15 I had an eating disorder now i have two lil sisters 17 and a lil sis 16, and the 16 year old now has an eating disorder, both 17 had one a few years ago. I'm constantly worrie because i know what i went throu and I know its hard.
hopefully some young girls will read your wonderful poem, and take it to heart, and realise, its who you are your personality that makes you beautiful not what you look like.
XOJillOX

Re: weight (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 16th June 2005 @ 12:41:27 AM AEST
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Remarkably written.
Awesome work.
huggs,
emy

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