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And your life fits like an old, worn-out suitcase
The dour exclaim of everything always being this way
Is because you can't think of anything else to say

Just getting to the next moment is such a fight
And no amount of soul-searching will make it right
The only good about your life is that you didn't fall
Since you've never been up, as far as you recall

Truth, by its very nature, is a demanding precept
Being universal is a strange yet false concept
Your version won't match the spews from anothers face
Even when both occupied the same time and space

It's really your own sad truth, you sit and think
As the tiny straw vivifies the fluid in your drink
Wondering how often you have to fail at being yourself
Before you're finally allowed to become somebody else
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Grasping at Straws

Contributed by reprobate on Saturday, 21st July 2007 @ 04:24:52 AM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

You hate mirrors because the you despise that face
And your life fits like an old, worn-out suitcase
The dour exclaim of everything always being this way
Is because you can't think of anything else to say

Just getting to the next moment is such a fight
And no amount of soul-searching will make it right
The only good about your life is that you didn't fall
Since you've never been up, as far as you recall

Truth, by its very nature, is a demanding precept
Being universal is a strange yet false concept
Your version won't match the spews from anothers face
Even when both occupied the same time and space

It's really your own sad truth, you sit and think
As the tiny straw vivifies the fluid in your drink
Wondering how often you have to fail at being yourself
Before you're finally allowed to become somebody else

Copyright © reprobate ... [ 2007-07-21 04:24:52]
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Re: Grasping at Straws (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 21st July 2007 @ 11:14:52 AM AEST
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LOVED these lines;
"The only good about your life is that you didn't fall
Since you've never been up, as far as you recall"

and i liked the last two lines, but it threw me off - they didn't rhyme as closely as all the others did.

beautiful write, though.

- Bethani -

Re: Grasping at Straws (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Saturday, 21st July 2007 @ 12:04:01 PM AEST
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OMG where have you been........his write, is such a soul touching one. I have yet, figured how ppl can draw away from that......Deeply felt write, and PM me.....

Brew~

Re: Grasping at Straws (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Tuesday, 24th July 2007 @ 04:16:10 AM AEST
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excellent vivid images, its so great to read you, ive missed your beautiful poetry:)

hugs n' love nessa

Re: Grasping at Straws (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Tuesday, 24th July 2007 @ 12:30:07 PM AEST
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Re-read......ok so all is falling among one......Keep gasping, its there, you are there...you cant fall.....NEVER........Havent yet, nor wont. Your strong and this write is as well...........I beleive

Hugs
BREW~

Re: Grasping at Straws (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Sunday, 12th August 2007 @ 07:26:17 AM AEST
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Wow, this was painful and powerful to read. Many, many moons ago had me a little trouble with some vile liquids...that was so long ago. Your write reminded me of those days and I am glad I am well past that now.
Much peace,
Laura

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