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Lost At Sea
Contributed by
Schnikes13
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Thursday, 11th December 2003 @ 07:18:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I look into the mirror and know that I am lost at sea
I cry because I don’t know where to find my destiny
Alone in a crowded room full of dreams
In the real world, nothing is as it seems
And life began; before I was ready
The world took off, and now I’m unsteady
Tears rolling down and not a word to say
Hoping that tomorrow will be a different day
Photos of memories that soon will pass
Waiting for a path, a guide at last
I’m not sure what to do; why am I here?
Rolled up in torture, held back by fear
Sweet misery, are you my only friend?
Twisted in confusion; this game will never end
Short of the circuit and blown apart
I can’t read the requests of my heart
I look into the mirror and know that I am lost at sea
I cry because I don’t know where to find my destiny
Alone in a crowded room full of dreams
In the real world, nothing is as it seems
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Schnikes13
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2003-12-11 19:18:12]
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Re: Lost At Sea
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by SkYYBLu on
Thursday, 11th December 2003 @ 07:28:56 PM AEST
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WOW!! !!!
This was brilliant. I know exactly how you feel! Like...when your in your room on your own everything's fine but when you're with people... everything changes. Great write. Keep it up. :) |
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Re: Lost At Sea
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by a_bear on
Friday, 9th January 2004 @ 12:32:20 AM AEST
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| Life began before I was ready also. I was thrown into a stormy sea, not knowing what I wanted to do or to be let alone how to do or to be whatever it was. God that mirror was no help LOL. Counsellors Counsellors everywhere...but no help. I am a poet thanks to my sixth grade teacher. I love writing..had to find my own way there..cast adrift ...in a sea of people as lost as me. You deserve more reads...how about I join under different names and keep reading????? LOL |
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