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Contributed by jay89 on Sunday, 9th April 2006 @ 02:56:11 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I am tired of feeling all this pain.
I wish some one could take me by the hand and pull me away
I look into his eyes and watch his thoughts play out in the blues of his eyes. if only he could see what i see.
when I touch his hand i can feel the power from his strength. he could've accomplished many things but choose not to.
he was what people wished for. he had it all; looks, talent, words, great mind, all the works.
he was never accepted for him he hade to be the "good one" or the "special one"
couldn't people just accept the fact we had what the world needs for a change?

I'm tired of feeling all of this pain.
i see his thoughts, i feel his strength, nd i captured his hurt.
so that one boy who lost hope decided to live life for what it seemed but as he prayed one night the LORD called to him and told him it was time.
so that good old boy lost in the past closed his eyes and said thank you. so one last time the boy speaks to make it known that he did wrong and he did good but he did it all on his own.

we loss one that night to selfishness. just because you have nothing better to do there is no reason to pick on others and lead them to lost hope. every one is loved equaly and god sees them and us as his very own.




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Re: the end (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Tuesday, 11th April 2006 @ 12:36:10 PM AEST
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This poem is very special Jamie.......Like you can't stand to sit by and view
Another hurting someone different, and new!
I loved your ending too!
You are so right, God see everyone equal, He's not prejudice at all..........and always there to help us if we should fall!
Keep up the good work Jamie, you have much talent!
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Re: the end (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 3rd May 2006 @ 08:45:28 PM AEST
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Okay, Jay Jay, I done read your posts so far and ya did good word workin', but ya done made me all sad and meloncholy and all, so now let's have some posts o' happy and carefree and some new life excitements for us and you to live up to.
Do like I do, write your own happy story and then live it. We have that power, ya know.

wabl
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