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[aid] => mick
[title] => A New Tomorrow
[time] => 2018-06-29 09:47:57
[hometext] => Are you like me, do you have a knack for picking the wrong friends?
[bodytext] => Lifes rulebook is never clear, its loose framweork does not guide
And so old patterns form like footsteps in wet sand
We tread familiar paths because they are there, well worn
Following blindly into the same old snares
Raging like angered bear when the trap is sprung
You can choose your friends, the adage always goes
But the veneer always serves its purpose to deceive
Pick a fruit from those on display, on the outside all the same
Until revealed the choice is bad, rotten to the core
My eyes are bleached to the obvious, I stumble into the same mistakes
Tripping over the warnings of the past
There is little to salvage after the wrecking ball has bludgeoned faith
But I will dig my self respect from the ashes
And hope that a new tomorrow offers up a better prize
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A New Tomorrow
Contributed by
puppy_dog_eyes
on
Friday, 29th June 2018 @ 09:47:57 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Lifes rulebook is never clear, its loose framweork does not guide
And so old patterns form like footsteps in wet sand
We tread familiar paths because they are there, well worn
Following blindly into the same old snares
Raging like angered bear when the trap is sprung
You can choose your friends, the adage always goes
But the veneer always serves its purpose to deceive
Pick a fruit from those on display, on the outside all the same
Until revealed the choice is bad, rotten to the core
My eyes are bleached to the obvious, I stumble into the same mistakes
Tripping over the warnings of the past
There is little to salvage after the wrecking ball has bludgeoned faith
But I will dig my self respect from the ashes
And hope that a new tomorrow offers up a better prize
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2018-06-29 09:47:57] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: A New Tomorrow
(User Rating: 1 ) by MoonlitAngel on
Friday, 29th June 2018 @ 05:09:53 PM AEST (User
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this is so relatable. it describes how I/'/ve lived most of my life. at some point you have to decide to do things differently. I believe that/'/s when things get better. |
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Re: A New Tomorrow
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Sunday, 1st July 2018 @ 10:51:46 PM AEST (User
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Your clever reference to picking fruit from the tree tells the tales message. When we like apples, but cannot judge them, we don/'/t need another nice familiar apple; we need another kind of tree.
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Re: A New Tomorrow
(User Rating: 1 ) by hauntedscorp on
Tuesday, 31st July 2018 @ 01:46:12 AM AEST (User
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Some are only around for a season or a lesson- take it, and move on!
Pat yourself on the back for another growth spurt ;)
Today is a gift; that is why it is called the present.
Don/'/t worry about tomorrow- it/'/s not here yet.
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