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Array ( [sid] => 64647 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Call Me Crazy [time] => 2004-09-21 17:43:21 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Call Me Crazy
September 21, 2004

Thinking I am different,
That is how my life went,
Watching others live,
Wondering what I'd have to give.
Under the glass,
Eyes always watching me
I caved into the corners,
Refusing all your orders.
Falling through the web of black
Past only sounds, for sight I lack
In every moments past.
In staring at my own hands longer
I can hear the rushing of my blood
Pumping stronger
And the harder I look, the more I concentrate
The louder the roar, the more irate.
And a sudden stop leaves me swaying
In silence with no blood
And shrinking veins
I cannot see, but I feel them constricting
Tighter and collapsing in a tunnel emptied
Dry and burning just under my skin.
When the eyes stop watching, and I stop falling
And my blood is no longer a river,
And the commands are ceased,
My veins no longer give, and it seems I am released
My vision gets hazy
And they call me crazy [comments] => 2 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 61 [informant] => calista [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )

Call Me Crazy

Contributed by calista on Tuesday, 21st September 2004 @ 05:43:21 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

Call Me Crazy
September 21, 2004

Thinking I am different,
That is how my life went,
Watching others live,
Wondering what I'd have to give.
Under the glass,
Eyes always watching me
I caved into the corners,
Refusing all your orders.
Falling through the web of black
Past only sounds, for sight I lack
In every moments past.
In staring at my own hands longer
I can hear the rushing of my blood
Pumping stronger
And the harder I look, the more I concentrate
The louder the roar, the more irate.
And a sudden stop leaves me swaying
In silence with no blood
And shrinking veins
I cannot see, but I feel them constricting
Tighter and collapsing in a tunnel emptied
Dry and burning just under my skin.
When the eyes stop watching, and I stop falling
And my blood is no longer a river,
And the commands are ceased,
My veins no longer give, and it seems I am released
My vision gets hazy
And they call me crazy

Copyright © calista ... [ 2004-09-21 17:43:21]
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Re: Call Me Crazy (User Rating: 1 )
by Bohemian_with_a_pen on Wednesday, 22nd September 2004 @ 02:39:10 AM AEST
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awesome! this is great, u hav such talent

Re: Call Me Crazy (User Rating: 1 )
by NightOwl on Tuesday, 29th March 2005 @ 05:30:57 PM AEST
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Awesome! Lots of emotion in this piece... write more, please! You have a lot of talent.

*~Erin~*

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