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All Pieces Missing

Contributed by InexactExactness on Tuesday, 10th December 2002 @ 08:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



Across the sky tonight
I whisper unspoken words
I wish that I could be alive
Living the life I loved
Cries daunting these familiar years
All across your face
All too many questions
All too much at stake
Times grow hard but
The body grows weak
Too much time has passed
Too many years unnoticed
and too much time on my hands
My watch doesn't work anymore
The battery has given in
The ticking sounds of past mistakes
The knocking on my doors
The wishing and wanting of a young old man
Losing all that he had
Past tense becomes my present
Waves crash on the sand
Washing away the wasting days
I'm hot without my fan
Laying awake I sleep
and sleeping I'm still awake
Nothing seems to work
When I really need for it to
So misconstrued on the frontlines
The newspaper always lies
The T.V. announces death
The kind I'm familiar with
It's the ones of twos and
threes of fours
They never seem in place
The task of putting them together
has always scarred my face




Copyright © InexactExactness ... [ 2002-12-10 08:00:00]
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Re: All Pieces Missing (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniel on Tuesday, 10th December 2002 @ 12:41:04 PM AEST
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eww, this hopeless "everything sucks!" feeling is WAY too familiar... augh! nifty write, but i hope that you don't stay stuck in a rut over this. kudos! ;0) -daniel


Re: All Pieces Missing (User Rating: 1 )
by wyrd_faerie on Tuesday, 10th December 2002 @ 04:08:20 PM AEST
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this is so good...i relate to it muchly...but this is just so good...




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