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Array ( [sid] => 8539 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Holding On [time] => 2002-12-14 01:40:00 [hometext] => This is a poem about holding on no matter what comes your way.Standing tall and to be set free. [bodytext] => Holding on to something vivid but at the same time its void and solid.
Wanting to let go and never to return.
Lying down all that's true and untrue.
Put downs can be devastating when to much is concealed.
When pressured things are jambled into an unseen picture.
Seeing something familar but its not all actually true.
The mind going through the motions and the body reacting.
The mind hurting but body feeling it too.
The mind wanting to let go and sleep throughout.
The body fighting to relinquish and be set free.
Struggling to hold on to what's all that's true and prue.
Pushed into an unseen corner and tripped inside it.
People looking but never seeing the big picture.
People never seeing what there is to see.
People always looking for something when its not actually really there.
Thrown aside and shamed, looked down upon.
Treated bad and unfair.
Talked about and scard.
Judged by the person that you are.
Fighting to hold on and not let go.
The struggle is an unseen spiritual battle.
No one seeing or noticing a thing.
No one understanding and listening.
Never making attempt to notice what's there staring you dead in the face.
Ignoring it and don't even care.
Struggling to survive through it all.
Feeling that there isn't much time left.
Through all the trials and tribulations only thing on your mind is to give up and die with all your feelings.
But the heart keeps beating, beating, just holding on seeing there are many things to live for.
Seeing what the mind and body can't see.
Seeing unseen things they can't even see.
Heart telling you someone you least expect will pick you up when you fall.
Hold you when you never thought it could be true.
That inner voice speaks to you, letting you know your not alone.
Telling you that you will and can survive.
Building up the courage inside you when it suddenly disappeared.
Being so far drawn the voice is unheard...
Slowly slipping away, each breath weaker then the one before.
Feeling now that there isn't a chance, not a chance in the world you could survive this barrier of pain, so deep within.
Weighing you down, down until nothings left, nothing left of you.
Lying there lost and wounded, mind in one place body in another.
Heart still beating but beating slow.
Seeing something but not really seeing.
Nothing around you appears to be normal in anyway.
Mind lost, body lost.
But heart still beating, holding on being strong without even trying.
Its willed, willed from somewhere deep within.
Never to relinquish and never to stop fighting.
But always holding on through all one endures.
Always fighting to be set free. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 48 [informant] => lilch4ever [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Holding On

Contributed by lilch4ever on Saturday, 14th December 2002 @ 01:40:00 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



Holding on to something vivid but at the same time its void and solid.
Wanting to let go and never to return.
Lying down all that's true and untrue.
Put downs can be devastating when to much is concealed.
When pressured things are jambled into an unseen picture.
Seeing something familar but its not all actually true.
The mind going through the motions and the body reacting.
The mind hurting but body feeling it too.
The mind wanting to let go and sleep throughout.
The body fighting to relinquish and be set free.
Struggling to hold on to what's all that's true and prue.
Pushed into an unseen corner and tripped inside it.
People looking but never seeing the big picture.
People never seeing what there is to see.
People always looking for something when its not actually really there.
Thrown aside and shamed, looked down upon.
Treated bad and unfair.
Talked about and scard.
Judged by the person that you are.
Fighting to hold on and not let go.
The struggle is an unseen spiritual battle.
No one seeing or noticing a thing.
No one understanding and listening.
Never making attempt to notice what's there staring you dead in the face.
Ignoring it and don't even care.
Struggling to survive through it all.
Feeling that there isn't much time left.
Through all the trials and tribulations only thing on your mind is to give up and die with all your feelings.
But the heart keeps beating, beating, just holding on seeing there are many things to live for.
Seeing what the mind and body can't see.
Seeing unseen things they can't even see.
Heart telling you someone you least expect will pick you up when you fall.
Hold you when you never thought it could be true.
That inner voice speaks to you, letting you know your not alone.
Telling you that you will and can survive.
Building up the courage inside you when it suddenly disappeared.
Being so far drawn the voice is unheard...
Slowly slipping away, each breath weaker then the one before.
Feeling now that there isn't a chance, not a chance in the world you could survive this barrier of pain, so deep within.
Weighing you down, down until nothings left, nothing left of you.
Lying there lost and wounded, mind in one place body in another.
Heart still beating but beating slow.
Seeing something but not really seeing.
Nothing around you appears to be normal in anyway.
Mind lost, body lost.
But heart still beating, holding on being strong without even trying.
Its willed, willed from somewhere deep within.
Never to relinquish and never to stop fighting.
But always holding on through all one endures.
Always fighting to be set free.




Copyright © lilch4ever ... [ 2002-12-14 01:40:00]
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Re: Holding On (User Rating: 1 )
by corbin286 on Saturday, 14th December 2002 @ 09:48:12 PM AEST
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wow i liked it alot i can relate to wat u were feeling




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