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Array ( [sid] => 88589 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Whispers [time] => 2005-03-24 13:07:21 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I am too young to understand……
But in truth I really do. I see how people are, how they lair and mistreat one another.
I have seen the horrors of life, the truth behind the wall.
I have herd the wicked tales.
And I know the wicked that has been done.
Secrets with in us all, locked away in the dungeons of our minds,
Slowly whispering….
“It happen u know it did”
But u swat it away like a misquote…
But yet it still plagues u, poking, prodding, whispering…..
“Let me out”…
But yet u keep pushing it away.
Telling your self to forget and it will go away…
But it won’t u know it won’t….
Inside your dying…
Dying to scram how u feel what is plaguing u…
You want to release it to the world….
But u know it would disgrace u…
Disowned from the world……
U hide your pain, your tears, your anger,
You distract your self from it…..
But it still there. In the back of your Dungeness mind whispering to be set free from its cell….
That mask u wear to hide your pain is slipping, melting away…
Dyeing to show your true self,
Revealing the pain u have suffered...
The loss,
The anger,
The abuse,
The mistreated you…
The one that u always keep in side……..
Screaming hoping to release the emotion and com the whisper in your head….
Crying and screaming………
U break down…….
And it’s the end….
We all have our secrets…. Ones that sit in the back of our mind, whispering to us...
“It happen you know it did”
“Let me out”
And when it does we put on our mask and go out into the world like nothing happen but in side your head there’s a whispers….
“It happened”
“You know it did”
“Tell some one”
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The Whispers

Contributed by PommeDeSang3 on Thursday, 24th March 2005 @ 01:07:21 PM in AEST
Topic: secrets



I am too young to understand……
But in truth I really do. I see how people are, how they lair and mistreat one another.
I have seen the horrors of life, the truth behind the wall.
I have herd the wicked tales.
And I know the wicked that has been done.
Secrets with in us all, locked away in the dungeons of our minds,
Slowly whispering….
“It happen u know it did”
But u swat it away like a misquote…
But yet it still plagues u, poking, prodding, whispering…..
“Let me out”…
But yet u keep pushing it away.
Telling your self to forget and it will go away…
But it won’t u know it won’t….
Inside your dying…
Dying to scram how u feel what is plaguing u…
You want to release it to the world….
But u know it would disgrace u…
Disowned from the world……
U hide your pain, your tears, your anger,
You distract your self from it…..
But it still there. In the back of your Dungeness mind whispering to be set free from its cell….
That mask u wear to hide your pain is slipping, melting away…
Dyeing to show your true self,
Revealing the pain u have suffered...
The loss,
The anger,
The abuse,
The mistreated you…
The one that u always keep in side……..
Screaming hoping to release the emotion and com the whisper in your head….
Crying and screaming………
U break down…….
And it’s the end….
We all have our secrets…. Ones that sit in the back of our mind, whispering to us...
“It happen you know it did”
“Let me out”
And when it does we put on our mask and go out into the world like nothing happen but in side your head there’s a whispers….
“It happened”
“You know it did”
“Tell some one”




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Re: The Whispers (User Rating: 1 )
by Rxqueen on Thursday, 24th March 2005 @ 08:06:56 PM AEST
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Nice poem, it is so true, but may I offer some advice, proof read a little more, it was kind of hard to read. God knows I make mistakes all the time. Let the moderators edit, there is a button you can push before you submit. Hope I didn't over step... It was a good message.


Re: The Whispers (User Rating: 1 )
by vibes2go on Monday, 6th June 2005 @ 01:20:31 PM AEST
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then there are those of us who let the world know all and suffer the consequences .. rxqueen is right .. it needs some editing .. do that before you post, because it's an outstanding poem, and with editing it would be wonderful ..




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