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[title] => A Work of Heart but Lacking a Name
[time] => 2005-07-06 14:27:50
[hometext] => This is probably the least touched up poem I've ever written. It took about an hour, which is amazingly fast but I love it because I didn't sugarcoat. This is me. Take it or leave it.
[bodytext] => The sun has finished sinking, Some where deep and to the west. Darkness falls around me but This night shall bring no rest. My mind, made up of chaos, My heart just won’t be still. It feels my soul is drowning In the tears I long to spill. There’s no such thing as truthfulness, So swallow your venomous lies. I’m sick to death of losing! I want my consolation prize. But noo… I wound up here with nothing And trust me, nothin’s all that I got. I’ve never been so low before This is what you could call “my lot“. Over all, I’m a good person And I don’t deserve this ****! Sometimes, I’m so confused and It puts my ringer in a tit. My feet are raw from eggshells That I’m forced to trod upon. Can’t anyone see I’m trying, Despite the hope that’s almost gone? And then there is this guilt I feel... A burden far too great to bear. It weighs on me so heavily, Yet, it’s a weight I cannot share. What do people want from one Who name is Imperfection? My pride just will not tolerate Another callous *** rejection. So that’s it then, I guess, mmhmm, Call me a quitter. I’ll suck it up, shove it down, Allow it to make me bitter. I’m wasting no more effort On what I know will never be. Who could look past all this ugliness In order to fall in love with me? I’m angry and I’m wounded But there’s so much more inside. Each day I wake to a slow, soft ache And I take it all in stride. The world sure don’t seem so big no more. I could take it by the balls. I just got so damn fed up this time. I tore down all my walls. Now, nothing, no one can stop me. I gently embrace the madness. You can’t understand the “attitude� But hey, it covers up my sadness. This; the last time I play victim For it never ends that well. I’m done with all the hurting and You all can go to Hell. “Happiness�, Ha! Go shove it Up someplace the sun don’t shine. Don’t you worry about me none, naw. Cuz I’m gunna be just fiinnneee. I had to touch the flame again. This go, I only got a stinger. I had so much to give of myself But now you only get the finger. One can only take so much When love is suicide. No one really wins the game you know, ’Least I can say I tried. Ka’Lei Kellner 7-5-05 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 241 [topic] => 21 [informant] => KayeRains [notes] => (Please keep it clean) Mod_11 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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