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Array ( [sid] => 75896 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A misunderstood lesson [time] => 2004-12-15 13:58:15 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Only a burnt out lantern can light this tunnel now.
As we crawl through caves,
we are entering homes of paranoid spiders,
who need fresh eyes so they can see behind their heads
and under the cracks.

In every story of pain, there is one blessing.
A gift wrapped hankerchief,
with unwanted scars intertwined within tears.
Within every blessing there is a stain.

Every lesson brings sledge hammered accusations that bruise
the kneecaps of anyone's ego, who turn their blind eyes into the night light.
Within every lesson, there is meaning, and the student is left to discipher
which fractured knee cap, shattered into the smallest shards,
shards that were mistaken for glass.

But remember, that every shattered scar heals,
and the lessons will bleed through the jeans until the student
is left exactly the same as before, except for the steel plate
tightly wrapped around their knees,
hung like Christmas lights,
with wide eyes,
preparing for the next transition. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 246 [topic] => 43 [informant] => zenmind [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

A misunderstood lesson

Contributed by zenmind on Wednesday, 15th December 2004 @ 01:58:15 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Only a burnt out lantern can light this tunnel now.
As we crawl through caves,
we are entering homes of paranoid spiders,
who need fresh eyes so they can see behind their heads
and under the cracks.

In every story of pain, there is one blessing.
A gift wrapped hankerchief,
with unwanted scars intertwined within tears.
Within every blessing there is a stain.

Every lesson brings sledge hammered accusations that bruise
the kneecaps of anyone's ego, who turn their blind eyes into the night light.
Within every lesson, there is meaning, and the student is left to discipher
which fractured knee cap, shattered into the smallest shards,
shards that were mistaken for glass.

But remember, that every shattered scar heals,
and the lessons will bleed through the jeans until the student
is left exactly the same as before, except for the steel plate
tightly wrapped around their knees,
hung like Christmas lights,
with wide eyes,
preparing for the next transition.

Copyright © zenmind ... [ 2004-12-15 13:58:15]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: A misunderstood lesson (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 15th December 2004 @ 02:11:17 PM AEST
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You have a fresh, original approach to poetry, a little on the morbid side for me sometimes(lol) but original none the less. You have a clever way with words and I admire your depth!

Re: A misunderstood lesson (User Rating: 1 )
by sicknivesevered on Saturday, 18th December 2004 @ 08:08:22 PM AEST
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"Within every blessing there is a stain"

Too true. Excellent write.

Re: A misunderstood lesson (User Rating: 1 )
by Ina on Sunday, 19th December 2004 @ 09:59:49 PM AEST
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I loved this one. I dont know if you got my mother comment on your poem. Was dissapointed in that one. This one is great my friend.

"shards mistaken for glass"---mmm wonderful

"and the lessons will bleed through the jeans until the student"---i see a pen exploding inside a pocket and seeping through the jeans...a big stain.

great stuff. as i am going to faint in a second due to Nyquil overdose I will have to re read this one again.

how are you? it smells like eggs in my room. this distrubs me a lot.
night.

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