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It's me

Contributed by juliestevens18 on Friday, 11th April 2008 @ 11:02:58 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract



It is so much easier to tell a lie than to tell you, you’ve lost your charm
Less painful to give you a right hook to your face, then to tap you on your arm
And what do I mean? Well we all have our stories
Call it mr. proud, or call it morning glory
But I can’t seem to get out my head the passion on us
The multiplying intensity of the night to dusk
The way her hand wraps around his waist, or how they dive
Both strung hearts hit a chord, and then they look into each other’s eyes
Typical, you might think, of the woman to love the man
Or for the man to love the woman, he feels like he is falling into quicksand
But what of the relationship that speaks with the same symbols and taste
Hide in the sealed windows, and loose all of their faith
And when they emerge, hoping to be set free
They see that living their life in that world is really captivity


I scream please to anyone listening, because I need a piece of me
Anything to cut, anything to make me bleed
But I Am over that, there are no drops, only silent tears
Wishing away, watchful, counting the silent years
And I think and think and it hurts me to say
That Living in this state of mind is harder that death’s favorite day
And I couldn’t believe it when they said ha ha ha ha homo gay
Thinking that I could trust them, thinking I could be saved


When it is easier to write, that’s when I will write a real poem
When it’s easier to sing that’s when I will sing you a song
But everything around me feels oh so wrong





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Re: It's me (User Rating: 1 )
by deadwriter on Friday, 11th April 2008 @ 11:33:03 AM AEST
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I do not know if I have any words that would help. This is a very emotional write. The writing does help though. If you read some of my old works you would think I was a nut case, but the inner feelings were vented through the words to find a calming point. Keep the writes coming.

Deadwriter


Re: It's me (User Rating: 1 )
by SilverRain on Friday, 11th April 2008 @ 07:47:19 PM AEST
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Very good. An emotional and heartfelt piece. Well done.


Re: It's me (User Rating: 1 )
by Amorita on Friday, 11th April 2008 @ 09:45:24 PM AEST
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Excellent... what a heartfelt poem... Beautiful :)






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