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KNOTTED ROPE
Contributed by
Adelle
on
Tuesday, 11th April 2006 @ 11:35:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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My life is like a knotted rope
It is messy and untangle-able (un-tangible)
I am tediously intertwined
In and out, and out back in see, & you will find
I have messed my self up hard and good
Finding myself pretty twisted
I am twisted and backwards
I am upside down and way-word
I have found my self so tightly knotted up
In a twisted and un-tangible way, for no one can help
I am tightly gripped with-in my mess
I don’t think I can untangle any of this
I want out
I want untangling to come about
But I can’t do it
Like a puzzle, it has to have a perfect fit
So with A rope, the same strategy has to be applied to it
Every knot has to fit through each hole
The same way that every piece has to fit in a puzzle
Every hole and every knot
Has to come undone the same way that it got
So tiny and mind boggling this is
I think I am going to scream out in hopelessness
I feel I have been coming undone,
Only enough so I can breath some
But In a way, I am now more kinked
I am hurting so much to even think
My body is angled uncomfortably
My head is upside down with blood rushing
Rushing to my head
Making me feel I will be dead
I got caught up in this rope
More tangled than before, feeling no hope
I thought I was coming undone
From this twisted confusion
But it seems as though I am deeper with-in
With in this sickness
That’s keeping me here, that is
I feel like, the more I move
The knot gets tighter instead of loose
I feel it cutting into me
Causing me to bleed
I feel it wanting to strangle me
Causing submission to let this all be
To let this knot be this way for always
To let this mumbo-jumbo forever stay this way
No body can figure out this mess
It’s all just hopelessness
… … … … … … … … … …
I guess the bottom line is, ……
That this is all bringing me to the next phase
Unleashing my most inner darkest and deepest,
Profound, confused and twisted desires of every wish
I am split into two
I have two personalities that make me confused
I don’t want out you see, because every excuse
Only means I really like being miss-used
Bruised and beaten
Torn, cut and bleeding
Because I don’t know any other way
Well, at least that’s what I say
It’s hard to believe from this,
Any good can come out of it
There is no good in this world
Only confusion and hatred
Oh, but I do want out
Please! Some one hear this more than my every scream I cry out
In miss-belief and doubt
… … … … … … … … … … …
Please! tell me that I have the power to stretch out
Out, beyond my wildest dreams
Where rainbows and unicorns will be
To reach beyond my limited space
And imagine the perfect place
Where freedom rings
And love sings
Where happy things exist
And joy is the feeling instead of hopelessness and bliss
… … … … … … … … … … … …
I’m now back to phase one
Still twisted in this knot of confusion
I am tangled, and intertwined
Caught up in this game with-in my mind
I might as well be dead instead of living
For all I am doing is nothing
Not even trying to break free
Letting the strangling intimidate me
Letting the tightness shorten breath me
I am confused in my own mind
Don’t know between real and imagination
A lie, I am stuck believing ……
… …. …. ….
For letting myself be,
Is the same as turning to Satan and worshiping well, he
This battle, I let him win
Between real and imagination
You see, because only in my mind I am tangled in a rope
Only in my mind there is no hope
Only in my thoughts I believe
This hopeless story
Only in my mind I let this story end in misery
Getting me no where but back to the beginning
Back to the beginning where within this rope I am twisting
Only in my twisted mind
I would believe these pack of lies
Only in my heart I choose to let Satan
Tell me that it wasn’t him
That got me strangled
With in this intangible rope
If this is how my story ends,
Then I should not let myself know the alternative end
Because, If I got out of this battle from deep with-in,
I would find I am not really in strangling
That it was all imaginary
Not real but as fake as an unrealistic fantasy
Its time to break free
From this tormenting
Time to let go of this misery
Time to let go and see the real me
Time to rid of this un-real, yet real feeling
Of being destroyed before I can even start trying
It is my mind it’s my time
And it is time to take back what is rightfully mine
My brain and the power to choose my own thoughts
I have the power to control my own stories and plots
And this is how my plot will end
No un-real thing will take me to my life’s end
I have control of my own story
And this I choose for me.
Stirring up all the will power I have with in me,
I focus my thoughts on breaking free
Seeing the ropes untangling
I throw them far, far away from me
Walking away, I am now
From those ropes that tied me down
I am now free
Singing the pure joy of victory by shanna swift9-23-04
Copyright ©
Adelle
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2006-04-11 23:35:11]
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Re: KNOTTED ROPE
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by MyNameIsJonas on
Wednesday, 12th April 2006 @ 06:30:47 PM AEST
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Nice comparison
For life being like a knot
Pretty loooonngg ._. |
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