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Tired
Contributed by
CuriousitysCat
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Monday, 15th January 2007 @ 10:52:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Twisting and turning inside of myself
I look to see the time yet again
Addicting like it becoms so important
And if I lost it
Would I still be me?
Or would this life I lead take
A new turn unexpectedly?
I can see
But I am so blind
Maybe because it's a simplified
Complexity
The question of what I am
Looking to find
Reaching to pull the cord
On this illusional life support
I find it's missing
So am I dead or alive?
I pose this question with
A return of no answer
With every breath
That I learn to take
There is so much
Clarity
The more I wonder what's been done
To me
Asleep; lying upon this cold hard floor
I envision so many lives
I consider leading secretly
And upon waking
I'm lost; Everything's gone
And the cold nothingness leaves me
Shaking..
~ThEnD
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Re: Tired
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by deadheadpoet on
Monday, 15th January 2007 @ 11:39:43 PM AEST
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The write leaves me shaking...shaking my head up and down at a darn good piece of poetry. Jas, I really dig your work. Soooo glad you choose to share it with us here at YPDC.
Peace and hugs,
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Re: Tired
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by Clarity_Rising on
Tuesday, 16th January 2007 @ 12:42:21 PM AEST
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Another marvelous write by
an admirable poet. I do hope
you are able to find some
rest. Best of wishes!
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Re: Tired
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by yangdantien on
Tuesday, 16th January 2007 @ 01:33:38 PM AEST
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A tight confessional piece that is the best part of poetry: a revealing of the self to the self. I hope in ten and twenty years from now this poem exposes you to the corners that your mind is ever peeking around.
I especially liked:
"...Asleep; lying upon this cold hard floor
I envision so many lives
I consider leading secretly
And upon waking
I'm lost; Every thing's gone..."
Well Done
Peace
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Re: Tired
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by MisfitMe on
Tuesday, 16th January 2007 @ 06:27:03 PM AEST
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I'm sensing a reoccurring theme here...can't quite put my finger on it, ummmm...kinda', " Elusive " one might say, wink, wink, teehee ;}
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