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Array ( [sid] => 46745 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Final Grasp [time] => 2004-05-09 01:52:11 [hometext] => If you're gonna read this, don't judge me becuase i'm telling you to. Judge me because you're gonna do it anyway. [bodytext] => My life's window being closed.
My life's fears being exposed.
Last wills and testaments being composed,
while my heart wilts like an old rose.
This, the rose I wanted to give.
Beginning of the life i wanted to live.
Apparently they don't want to forgive,
so I will let them continue, outlive.
Wrists are cut.
Eyes are shut.
In your mind the skin is uncut.
Could I ever feel the pain?
Dodging friends, but hitting veins.
Sunny nature, but mental rain,
too bad there's a stoppage in my drain.
One can almost understand.
Can't bring her too close, it's death's own quicksand.
Complete autopilot, my body's unmanned,
so that my mind has the upper hand.
Want to hold hands one last time.
Express true feelings through a rhyme.
But my love has passed it's prime,
as the death count begins to climb.
Hug life tight, make it last.
Hug her too, thinking of the past.
Now that I can see the contrast,
I also see my time has passed. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 452 [topic] => 13 [informant] => binkcaesar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Final Grasp

Contributed by binkcaesar on Sunday, 9th May 2004 @ 01:52:11 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



My life's window being closed.
My life's fears being exposed.
Last wills and testaments being composed,
while my heart wilts like an old rose.
This, the rose I wanted to give.
Beginning of the life i wanted to live.
Apparently they don't want to forgive,
so I will let them continue, outlive.
Wrists are cut.
Eyes are shut.
In your mind the skin is uncut.
Could I ever feel the pain?
Dodging friends, but hitting veins.
Sunny nature, but mental rain,
too bad there's a stoppage in my drain.
One can almost understand.
Can't bring her too close, it's death's own quicksand.
Complete autopilot, my body's unmanned,
so that my mind has the upper hand.
Want to hold hands one last time.
Express true feelings through a rhyme.
But my love has passed it's prime,
as the death count begins to climb.
Hug life tight, make it last.
Hug her too, thinking of the past.
Now that I can see the contrast,
I also see my time has passed.




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Re: Final Grasp (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 9th May 2004 @ 02:12:44 AM AEST
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thats really deep, and i can relate to most of it. it just kinda makes me think about life. This is really thought provoking.


Re: Final Grasp (User Rating: 1 )
by bernard on Sunday, 9th May 2004 @ 02:20:58 AM AEST
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Try not to be pesimistic .Life is worth living just make the most of it and get out and about in the fresh air.

bernard


Re: Final Grasp (User Rating: 1 )
by SuperAsh16 on Sunday, 9th May 2004 @ 02:27:05 AM AEST
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excellent excellent excellent. i loved it. loved how it rhymed and ended up a tad ironic. dont ya think? its like rain, on your wedding day. lol sorry. had to break into song. anyways, excellent write. ::claps::


Re: Final Grasp (User Rating: 1 )
by surfer_boy_lost on Sunday, 9th May 2004 @ 02:43:51 AM AEST
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wonderfully written, really evocative. i know i can relate, and many others also, captures wonderfully what many can't.


Re: Final Grasp (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 9th May 2004 @ 03:17:24 AM AEST
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Very sad, heart breaking write. Hope it's jus wrting.
luv, huggs,
emy
It's written so well it convinced me but I still pray it's not truth.
luv, huggs,
emy




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