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[sid] => 68819
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Mortal Eyes
[time] => 2004-10-25 16:32:12
[hometext] => I wrote this last night.... its really good only if you can comperehend it... whihc is hwy i put a translation.
[bodytext] => When I can breathe when I can breathe again my face wont turn blue when can see when I can see again my cuts wont be as straight when this sun stops darkening my blackness I promise promised I was gonna die wishing dreaming sleeping im awake pondering and contemplating maybe I am crazy making faces in th mirror mystery it surrounds us all there are no mysteries in life only things you can not see. POEM TRANSLATION okay its about a girl (or boy) whom is having a rough time and okay the first verse: it’s a simile. its saying when her life stops being so horrid she can breath again so her face wont be blue. okay now second verse: when she can see again, her cuts wont be so straight. well what thats saying is shes blinded right now by themysery in her life. so she cuts. and her cuts are so perfect. but when her life gets better she wont cut. okay third verse: its saying, okay well im basically playing the opposing forces here which is what I love to do. Its basically saying when the sun (which is all the bad things in her life, people events etc.) stop making her darkness worse, and she says I promise.... promised I was gonna die.. thats saying I wont die okay fourth verse: wishing: she wishes, dreaming, it all feels likes a dream... like shes sleeping. but really shes awake okay now 5th verse: shes thinking that maybe she really is crazy teheh okay 6th verse: shes looking at herself in a mirror, and the mirror, its so mysterious. it stands for all existence... so mysterious... okay 7th verse: she turns around and goes against her last words on mystery... she says... no, no! there are o mysteries... only things we can not see okay and its titled mortal eyes because no mortal can name the mysterious.... they call something a mystery when really they just cant see it because they're too much of a mortal.... and there fore they can not see this childs pain... and she realizes this . she sees it in the mirror that everyone looks at her as a mystery, something they don’t understand ... but really shes not a mystery.... just like life......... they just cant see it [comments] => 2 [counter] => 308 [topic] => 49 [informant] => immortal_pain [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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