Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  OldSite Link 09-June 19:35:55 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Old Site Post 2001
· Old Site Pre 2001
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account
· Members Journals
· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Array ( [sid] => 77642 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I Must Go Away [time] => 2004-12-29 13:26:30 [hometext] => I'm going to go to the no-frown town where they walk gently on the streets downtown... [bodytext] => Erin Drackelson:

I'm just a young man
Lost in this assembly
Of sinking sand
Now I'm broken up
By this world
Deceived by sons
Who flew too close to the Sun
Now they're men burnt
By their own ambitions
I must go away from it all
This world cannot be so small
I want to leave
They will find
It is they who
Have been deceived
I don't want to be lost
When the lights finally turn out
Like a moth without a flame
My sanity, is it plain?
My vanity, is it sane?
If I'm sane, then maybe
Just maybe
The world can carry on
Without pain
I think I know
Where to go
Temple of silence
Surrounded by snow
I'll meditate I'll concentrate
My mind on releasing my fears
That have been inside me for many years

World leaders:

Are you a boy?
Are you a man?
When will you understand?
Your bones will be dust
And your dreams will be sand
Soon even your thoughts will be scanned
Will see if you're a boy
Or if you're a man

Erin Drackelson:

Are you world leaders?
Or peace defeaters?
That's all I've got to say
Are you world leaders?
Or are you truth depleters?
Just trying to swing the votes your way
I must go, must go away
I must go away from it all
Where the trees are tall
And the air pollution's small
To a town filled with friendly faces
It's one of the down-to-earth places
I'm going to go to the no-frown town
Where they walk gently on the streets downtown
Where I might find that love of mine
Who I have tried, tried to find
Sleepwalking!

[comments] => 1 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Lee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
I Must Go Away

Contributed by Lee on Wednesday, 29th December 2004 @ 01:26:30 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



Erin Drackelson:

I'm just a young man
Lost in this assembly
Of sinking sand
Now I'm broken up
By this world
Deceived by sons
Who flew too close to the Sun
Now they're men burnt
By their own ambitions
I must go away from it all
This world cannot be so small
I want to leave
They will find
It is they who
Have been deceived
I don't want to be lost
When the lights finally turn out
Like a moth without a flame
My sanity, is it plain?
My vanity, is it sane?
If I'm sane, then maybe
Just maybe
The world can carry on
Without pain
I think I know
Where to go
Temple of silence
Surrounded by snow
I'll meditate I'll concentrate
My mind on releasing my fears
That have been inside me for many years

World leaders:

Are you a boy?
Are you a man?
When will you understand?
Your bones will be dust
And your dreams will be sand
Soon even your thoughts will be scanned
Will see if you're a boy
Or if you're a man

Erin Drackelson:

Are you world leaders?
Or peace defeaters?
That's all I've got to say
Are you world leaders?
Or are you truth depleters?
Just trying to swing the votes your way
I must go, must go away
I must go away from it all
Where the trees are tall
And the air pollution's small
To a town filled with friendly faces
It's one of the down-to-earth places
I'm going to go to the no-frown town
Where they walk gently on the streets downtown
Where I might find that love of mine
Who I have tried, tried to find
Sleepwalking!





Copyright © Lee ... [ 2004-12-29 13:26:30]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: I Must Go Away (User Rating: 1 )
by The_Callif on Wednesday, 29th December 2004 @ 02:53:46 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
"Your bones will be dust
And your dreams will be sand" very good




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com