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[title] => Life's Vicious cycles
[time] => 2004-01-20 19:47:42
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[bodytext] => Life’s Vicious Cycles By: Tim Simonsen My life it seems, May be out of control. Always trying to prove something, To fulfill the role. I know I am me, I am my own man. I make my own choices, I must take a stand. I will fight for my life. A life that is worth living. No more deception & taking, only warm hearted giving. No more resentments, Towards a ***** up past. It can’t be re-written, Only accepted, then stashed. But always it seems, My disease progresses. I relapse... & say “***** it” Over life’s little stresses This vicious cycle of failure, Never gets better. I’m depressed, feel rejected, And a horrid goal setter. I've tried other drugs, to “control” the using, I've even tried sex & casual Boozing. I want to be free...of obsession, and using. My life needs to change; I am tired of losing. I know life will be blissful, If my ***** is in sync. Then I fill with fright, Of what success could bring. I have extreme potential, to do anything, I desire. All I need is a jump-start, To spark some sort of fire. Typically when things, begin to fall into place I’m plagued with fear, of what I will face. Either Fear of failure? Or fear of achievement? I get engulfed in mass... mental disagreement. It could be worse, I haven’t been homeless I should be grateful, at least I have this poem. Freedom of mind, and freedom of speech, If I'm using dope, jail’s all I'll reach. Being drug free....The sky’s the limit. I know only “I” have the power to dim it. Currently... my *****’s all out of whack. As I am now sitting here smoking some crack. I know, that I now, can get my life back, Get what I’ve wanted, & a wife with a rack. Along with the wife, I’ll have learned alot, Of what I have lost, & what I have fought. The battle’s bloody But I’ll persevere. No doctor, nor you, have a cure. For the addiction, that I must fear. Like I said, only I can change it, The time is now, to re-arrange it. This life I live, It’s so damn crazy. The future I hope Shall be all changing. So I can be happy &, live a life worth living, This is the end, Of this rhyme that I wrote. I’d like to end it with one simple quote, “This too shall pass, so keep on fighting” I hope you liked this creation in writing.  [comments] => 0 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 48 [informant] => simo23k [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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