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Array ( [sid] => 186678 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Simple [time] => 2019-11-27 22:14:09 [hometext] => Writing this felt like cutting my wrist...The Phantom [bodytext] => Emotionally broken, mentally unfocused,
Words exchanged, but not man enough to obtain,
Speak with no aggression, traveling in the wrong direction,
Barking up the wrong tree, wishful thinking shed choose me,

Open conversation, but the dialogue never finds its destination,
A shell of a man, an hour glass with no more sand,
Unable to complete with the younger generation, I find myself in an awkward situation,
An old lion ran from the pride, only thoughts of emptiness and suicide,

Unable to preform, alone on stage ragged n torn,
Cold and dark, echos of laughter, unable to find a spark,
Maybe this life isnt for me, I thought I found peace, maybe its time to end the dream,
I wander a path few may know, one of solitude, painful and slow,

Failure awaits, I hear her call, toes on the edge about to fall,
Nothing Ive done will ever hold meaning, overcome with a sickening feeling,
Half the man I once was, I take a deep breath n pick up the gun,
Press it to the temple... the decision is simple

Forever Faithful
The Phantom [comments] => 4 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 61 [informant] => The_Phantom [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )

Simple

Contributed by The_Phantom on Wednesday, 27th November 2019 @ 10:14:09 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

Emotionally broken, mentally unfocused,
Words exchanged, but not man enough to obtain,
Speak with no aggression, traveling in the wrong direction,
Barking up the wrong tree, wishful thinking shed choose me,

Open conversation, but the dialogue never finds its destination,
A shell of a man, an hour glass with no more sand,
Unable to complete with the younger generation, I find myself in an awkward situation,
An old lion ran from the pride, only thoughts of emptiness and suicide,

Unable to preform, alone on stage ragged n torn,
Cold and dark, echos of laughter, unable to find a spark,
Maybe this life isnt for me, I thought I found peace, maybe its time to end the dream,
I wander a path few may know, one of solitude, painful and slow,

Failure awaits, I hear her call, toes on the edge about to fall,
Nothing Ive done will ever hold meaning, overcome with a sickening feeling,
Half the man I once was, I take a deep breath n pick up the gun,
Press it to the temple... the decision is simple

Forever Faithful
The Phantom

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Re: Simple (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Friday, 29th November 2019 @ 03:39:54 AM AEST
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The struggle is real
excellent flow
I like deep dark emotional releases
well done

Re: Simple (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 29th November 2019 @ 03:54:34 AM AEST
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a lot of people feel this,
some say, it helps sow
this gulf, or divide.
Nobody is a failure
who tries. But
you can only say
that when you know
the truth about
how hard a life
can be.
you are not a failure
by any measure.
there is more to gain
by staying alive
as long as you can.
somebody needs you.
a lot of people do.
Too many people
feel what you wrote
here, I can say
that first hand.
And I know a young
kid who had his whole
life in front of him
who, make no mistake,
was kind, and smart,
and good - and nobody
thought differently
about that fact...
it is simple, but it
is not.
I went to a park
where a thousand
or more stood
with all these
pictures
solitude is one thing
desperate depression
something else.

anyone who says
or thinks that they are better
are unschooled.
that/'/s what this
boomer says,
cause I know
it is true.
go back and
take a look
at a different
age - study
the 1870/'/s
through the 1920/'/s.
focus on that,
watch some old
silent films.
They were just
like you or I,
or even the younger
ones.

Peace!

Re: Simple (User Rating: 1 )
by speedy on Wednesday, 4th December 2019 @ 03:19:09 PM AEST
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Good write

Hannah B

Re: Simple (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Tuesday, 24th December 2019 @ 08:49:00 PM AEST
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As I get older, I feel less part of the society I am supposed to exist in, like an old shoe that nobody wants anymore or a dusty old coat left in the back of the wardrobe

Your words here really resonated with me, I/'/m glad I got the opportunity to read this.

Steve

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