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Abused Poet
Contributed by
Live2Die
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Monday, 16th May 2005 @ 10:48:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
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A homeless child I once was,
And for this there was only one cause.
My parents were just trash,
They loved seeing me with a new gash.
They were passionate about the arts,
But only if it included breaking hearts.
Mine they loved to sway,
Just so they could then betray.
Each night when I arrived,
I knew it was only luck if I survived.
Because of this, I learned to hate
And because of that hate, I was no longer able to relate.
At age 12, I discovered the release of writing,
And realized I no longer had to resort to fighting.
At first the words were slow,
They didn’t come very fast, and sometimes didn’t flow.
But as I grew, my talent grew too,
And everyone knew this was something I would pursue.
At the age of 14, self doubt kicked right in
And soon I began to look deep within.
However there was something that clouded my eyes
For as hard as I tried, I saw nothing but lies.
The only words I could read,
All said things like “be dead” or, “just bleed!”
At the time friends did not exist,
To me they were just like mist.
So at the time when I needed them most,
All I had to hold onto was a simple ghost.
At the age of 16, my writing was found
And I was told I would soon be world-renowned.
It was with this news, and the promise of money
I ran away from home, hoping to find something more sunny.
Just a few months later, a book was in stores,
And its title? Well that was The Opening of Doors, The Closing of Wars.
By the time I was 20, I was known nearly world-round
My name was in lights, “Chip Daniels”, the sound was known all around.
So my life flipped around, I turned the tables on fate.
By age 21, everything was just great.
However, there was one element left missing
I had no one there to love, no one there for kissing.
Now here I am, age 36, and still I sit alone
No family to love, no one to hug, but don’t worry, its not a matter on which I will drone.
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Live2Die
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2005-05-16 22:48:40]
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Re: Abused Poet
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by Man_On_High on
Tuesday, 17th May 2005 @ 12:53:25 AM AEST
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heartfelt..awesome sadness and pain..
the very last word...drone-
I would change that..
close real hard with like..
atone..
grown..
somethin other than drone..
It was flawless other than that...I was tappin my fingers as I read along..
no doubt this would make an incredible song.
M.O.H.
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Re: Abused Poet
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by high_on_duct_tape on
Wednesday, 18th May 2005 @ 05:00:12 PM AEST
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as much as i'm used to being sad, this 1 nearly made me cry...
U R A GOOD WRITER!!!
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Re: Abused Poet
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by freckle on
Friday, 27th May 2005 @ 06:49:03 PM AEST
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The poem was a good read. There were a few spots where the rhyme seemed forced...descriptions were good...vivid...it left me wondering if 'Chip Daniels' really exsists....overall pretty good.
Carol |
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Re: Abused Poet
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by Rikki on
Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 12:24:15 AM AEST
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| pretty good...are you fishing? |
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Re: Abused Poet
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by needledancing on
Saturday, 14th April 2007 @ 11:17:18 PM AEST
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| This is a wonderful explaination of how some of us actually came to use the pen as our emotional release. I can relate to this as if I had written it myself...very well done. |
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