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Hopeless Transformation (I am becoming...)
Contributed by
pUnKa_RaCh
on
Thursday, 16th June 2005 @ 08:59:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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I thought that hope could radiate
From this weary old existence
Yet I find myself becoming empty
Despite my heart’s persistence
Reaching out for the untouched
Groping for God’s sacred sign
Forgiveness for my bloody wrist
A healing of despair’s scarred line
In such tender years
I am surrounded by all things tragic
Obsessed with death’s end
For living pervades no magic
Watch me furiously cry
Can you see my private pain?
That lets go for but a minute
Only to then haunt me again
Misguided and without a path
Life is profoundly useless
And I find myself becoming
Ever more fearful and useless.
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pUnKa_RaCh
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2005-06-16 20:59:57]
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Re: Hopeless Transformation (I am becoming...)
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by ForeverAlone on
Thursday, 16th June 2005 @ 09:04:54 PM AEST
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Ah...wow, this is so dark and sad yet still so beautiful, very very well written piece of poetry, you are getting better, even if you do not believe so ; ]
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Re: Hopeless Transformation (I am becoming...)
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by emystar on
Thursday, 16th June 2005 @ 09:38:31 PM AEST
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A masterpeice even tho it's sad.
One can feel the moments of desparation and helplessness.
U may think you're not strong but a person that can write like this is much more strong than u think.
Luv, huggs, prayer, strength, joy, peace,
emy |
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Re: Hopeless Transformation (I am becoming...)
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by MorningDove on
Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 01:37:40 PM AEST
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| Oh sweety, I have thought I was at the end of my rope so many times, but there is an inner strength in us that if we just pull it out, we can make it through life. Life can be hard, and seem unjust, but the universe has a plan for everyone. In this universe there is also beauty that if you open your heart and spiritual plane you will see all of it. Every day that we wake and breathe we have been given a gift. Don't let it go to waste. rita |
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