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a purpose
Contributed by
Recovery_poet
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Thursday, 24th August 2006 @ 10:52:16 PM in AEST
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A purpose
A young girl walks to nowhere with a great purpose
You can call to her but she will only pick up the pace
Her mission life or death to her
It is to live or die
And she sees no valid reason for either to prevail
She looked at her life through a dirty microscope
A birthday present was the microscope
The dirt that it wore a stain of hatred
She was looking too deeply into nothing
And she began to see everything, through dirt
It became clear to her
The microscope could not lie only magnify
The parasites on all that she could see
Growing faster than she the parasites of the world
They began to occupy the cells that made up the curious girl
And her blood began to turn cold and decayed
She tried to scream but they ate her vocal cords
In her head she begged to know who they were
If the were going to kill her she needed to know
They answered
“We are the virus called society and you have looked too closely at us, so now you will become us”
The girl cried
“Don’t be afraid little girl for once we are done reshaping your mind you will not remember this and better still you will no longer remember who you were before, you will be a part of something greater….Society”
The girl wakes from a sleep wet with the sweat of a nightmare and wonders if that was real and if she is now different from when she drifted to sleep.
She lies for a moment
Tells herself “That was just a dream don’t be silly”
Puts her feet on the floor and feels something beneath them
A dirty microscope that’s been cracked in half
And so begins her mission
Live with someone else’s purpose or
Die with her own?
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Re: a purpose
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by SmileSkinDeep on
Thursday, 24th August 2006 @ 11:24:40 PM AEST
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Everyone is open to his or her interpritation on poems and here is mine: I like how in the beginning you talk about living or dieing and neither has a valid reason to prevail and in the end there is a mission to `live` with someone elses purpose or `die` with her own, I took it as you asking me to live with something that's not entirely mine or die with something that is. Its good to be immune to society and its ploys to change people. Well written
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Re: a purpose
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by MidnightPunkCat on
Friday, 25th August 2006 @ 07:38:19 AM AEST
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| I found this poem quite interesting as many know society can be the reason why people become who they are or who they are not. This is why You fight back when society says "if your gona be something we dont aprove of then we'll just erase you from the situation" its quite a ponder for one with a mind of such knowledge and anti- society blood in them to understand that society hates people that are different even though everyone is different whether they are goth, emo, prep, braniac etc we all are different even though we might like some of the same things we are intitiled to be who we want to be and not who society wants us to be. Life isnt worth living if its a lie and if you have your own life and your own purpose Death can wait until its truly time. Your poem was awesome i look forward to read more of your work ~Krystal |
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