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The Rose...

Contributed by markymark on Sunday, 4th August 2002 @ 07:20:40 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry



It seems so easy when its early
and the night is so much young
he was laughing... joking ... drinking ... smoking
happy and having fun
to see the world through drink fed eyes
what he thinks he see's... he dont realise
that when he's sleeping... in his bed
he forgot the words... he slurred and said
heavy heart...heavy head
early start...to late to bed
pounding...sounding...found his groans
he cant function... when... he's just half stoned...

Its so easy when you think you do
know it all... but dont have a clue
time ticks... away to creep
eyes wide open...but half asleep
a functioning wreck...who sleep couldn't pass
a toast to the host...from a tall dirty glass...

Dont open them curtains till evening
and he'll pray that the sun doesn't shine
in bits... in his pit...and still grieving
losing his head from his mind
Lord i know that feeling...i've been there
got me the hat
blatant with satan...soul stealing
not knowing just where your at...

Alive to describe is he crazy
from a man... who's been there before
took the blows... and he knows
he wouldn't suppose
think the thorns... were hiding a rose
wake him up tomorrow
and give him back his mind
guide him through his sorrow
and steer him from behind
offer him your knowledge
dont tease him with the truth
listen to his questions
the answers in his youth...

MDM...3/08/02...




Copyright © markymark ... [ 2002-08-04 07:20:40]
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Re: The Rose... (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Sunday, 4th August 2002 @ 09:01:19 AM AEST
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Interesting poem, Mark..


Re: The Rose... (User Rating: 1 )
by ginsdance on Sunday, 4th August 2002 @ 02:12:56 PM AEST
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interesting.....
Ginsdance


Re: The Rose... (User Rating: 1 )
by Jason_Robert_Britt on Sunday, 4th August 2002 @ 04:38:27 PM AEST
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This is really good, Mark... quite impressive.


Re: The Rose... (User Rating: 1 )
by 2Late2BHelped on Wednesday, 21st August 2002 @ 09:24:57 AM AEST
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I thought that this was a very goor write. It made me think about myself and my friends. Great Write!!




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