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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sleep, Dream, Live, Show
[time] => 2005-11-23 14:29:46
[hometext] => This poem was written only t help me sleep, I found it scrawled in my notes today and it reminded me how I felt at one very particular time. When I read it I remembered exactly how I felt. Its about the mess of liking a friend and self exploration
[bodytext] => Can't tell anyone, tell the page, frustrations, make your mind or decide but don't mess me around. never liked anyone like this so I tell the page. No one could understand without sounding weak. I'm now weak and you were there in bad when I could'nt smile but now your on the sideline I can't reach now that I'm better. Confused with people Don't remember how to act when happy Put myself in what I remember as good situations but it's like I'm forever not quite there In a shell and each night before I dream It comes back to the thoughts of when I was last happy.. Learning, with you. Your goodness made me feel pure Perhaps I was wrong. I'm not like that, i wish I was I wish I was pure But I have too many thoughts, not enought experiences and so i feel trapped feeling sorry for myself Hating the way i do that. Go get a life, I'd say Go get over yourself and be strong, I'd say I know what to say but not what to do! I'm Stumped No I'm not I'll never be stumped Not while my cells live and are able to go on Walk through the sand Nearly drown Freezing water Soil on my feet Mountain in my eye. I'll miss him for a while. I'm knocked off my little path of destiny. I'll make a new one if I must, As long as it's deep and sure and there. Dont push me! I give and give all the time! I'm spent sometimes but I always make time I live on an Island feeding the sick. Am I that self righteous, feeding off other peoples problems to mask my own? Who cares, shes only 20 What's the differenceif I'm 30, 40 or 100 Life wont tick me off like this again. I'll make it my own some day. I'll make a new great slate for me and mine. I wish people didn't expect this other slate I'm beginning to get tired of trying to write it it's going all funnt round the edges All warped and cracking My slate is White With Gold and Silver. Ah don't be a drama Queen, I'd say Get lost with your stupid slate idea Perhaps I need to talk to someone Someone who won't judge I enjoy laughing and making jokes Its not a sign of weakness If it is then everybody should be weak. Here you come again It's me I'll be miserable Drink some Then seek it somewhere else Solace in strangers No? Family No? Well certainly not from me I used to be able to talk myself round Rational is what it's called Don't know wether to say ahhh it's ok In thick Irish accent Or Away with the world In thick me accent Why are countries different? I like the difference But I think thats what drove us apart I can't settle for shmicks You sparked my interest You were lovely but so hard to reach I must always want whats so hard to get Any answers now? Well I've stated my mind I'll let sleep do the dreaming Dreams and Dreams are what we have. Sing them loudly or they might get lost in the noise The noise of lives Be strong or whatever you wnat to be but make it loudly and tread it deeply. Make those prints in the sand for all to stand by or perhaps follow some day Sleep Dream Live Show. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 61 [informant] => Gallaghersday [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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