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Array ( [sid] => 31796 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Dirty walls [time] => 2004-01-15 22:16:22 [hometext] => Inspired by a line from a Jars of Clay Song and some recent experiences. [bodytext] => Seen some things that no one knows
Been to places no one goes
Hate the things that I have done
As I drop the smoking gun

I've been thrown in
Had no control
My hope is thin
Can't reach my goal

In my own jail
Against the bars
All alone; no one to call
Just seemed to flail
I tried so hard
Now I'm staring at these dirty walls.

Sitting on this barren floor
I think I hear an open door
The light floods in, the warden shouts
I can't believe you bailed me out.
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Dirty walls

Contributed by Yodo on Thursday, 15th January 2004 @ 10:16:22 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



Seen some things that no one knows
Been to places no one goes
Hate the things that I have done
As I drop the smoking gun

I've been thrown in
Had no control
My hope is thin
Can't reach my goal

In my own jail
Against the bars
All alone; no one to call
Just seemed to flail
I tried so hard
Now I'm staring at these dirty walls.

Sitting on this barren floor
I think I hear an open door
The light floods in, the warden shouts
I can't believe you bailed me out.




Copyright © Yodo ... [ 2004-01-15 22:16:22]
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Re: Dirty walls (User Rating: 1 )
by Yodo on Thursday, 15th January 2004 @ 10:19:31 PM AEST
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This one has some background to it. I was surfing the net, looking for photography stuff, when I hit this site, claiming to be informitive to night time photography. Well, It's got porn all over it, and as I'm scrolling over pictures, closing my eyes, only to find more, I felt like secretly I wanted more. And it made me sick. I hated myself for that feeling. Now, I know it's only natural for a guy to want those things, but in my convictions, it's also wrong to go after those things.
I'm okay now, but it's still kinda painful.


Re: Dirty walls (User Rating: 1 )
by CrucifiedAndLeft2Die on Thursday, 15th January 2004 @ 10:20:59 PM AEST
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very well written...good write


Re: Dirty walls (User Rating: 1 )
by JusMeOtay on Tuesday, 20th January 2004 @ 02:36:00 PM AEST
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WOW...totally awesome Yodo
I haven't been on for ages but dude...great write! I love the dirty walls idea...really good


Re: Dirty walls (User Rating: 1 )
by Cobalt on Thursday, 29th January 2004 @ 01:31:27 PM AEST
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Denying of ones own instincts is wrong.
Nice write.




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