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Tormented Remain
Contributed by
mashuganagal
on
Friday, 8th September 2006 @ 02:47:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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No where I can go where I can be free Tossed about Floating Once belonged dont want me My once homes now foreign forbidden places So many past present blurring faces
Everyones gawking Watching To see Me collapse Plunge Weep Hating me Using me as a step to rise Desperate lies
They all think they know All about me My type My ways All Im good for But they dont know me and my pain Unjustness of it driving me insane Keeps me going They dont know the effect of their scorn The flesh Ive felt torn The salt Ive tasted The chances theyve wasted
The cut-throats Nobodies of the future Giving in to youths false allure On their high pedestal Their ruthless play so cruel Need to unwind For their act theyll never find Other ways than using others Those who trusted you Betrayal you can never undo
Entire life has gotten off track Now Im too astray to get back When theres a left or a right When theres no sign in sight And one will take me home Both are dark Scars are yet to make their mark But you cant see ahead And last time you bled
Always find the wrong one When reversal cant be done Of those both one way streets Rat-a-ta-ta the death drum beats Now they fade into regrets Lifes chock full of unpaid debts Things that got me off the road The books of mistranslated code Made life what it is today Too easy the avoided way
Then there are those things I couldnt have saved The paths of which werent mine to pave The cruelty tears my heart From me theyre ripping my past apart Not meaning the same to them as it does to me Not realizing theyre too blinded by their own deceit to see Always taking taking taking This is what I get back Yet they made me into the art I am I thank them at least for that
For though it is in essence what brought me down It is also my jeweled crown In essence what also keeps me up Pushing For what Ive got to give I cant wait to give it Yet I do everyday Ive been beat along the way Molested and used It was my pride you abused
Now Im here looking up ahead This old skin I cant wait to shed What I see Dark Shadows Unknown Yet there is a light I hope it`s really there Not just an illusion Of stars in my hair Its growing slowly nearer Closer to my dearer
Dreams of freedom dawning Now doth the choir of glories sing My release Aquarium to sea Its okay to be me A chance to begin anew After years of paying whats due The time come of only mirth When I reach the day of my rebirth
Copyright ©
mashuganagal
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2006-09-08 02:47:41] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Tormented Remain
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Friday, 8th September 2006 @ 03:07:08 AM AEST (User
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Very sad but I luv your positive attitude.
Keep the faith and hang tuff.
Very touching, moving, emotional, great writing.
huggs, smiles,
prayer,
emy |
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Re: Tormented Remain
(User Rating: 1 ) by lillyjane on
Friday, 8th September 2006 @ 04:58:13 AM AEST (User
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I agree this is a great poem, you prove your worth just in the beautiful poetry you have written..xxx |
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Re: Tormented Remain
(User Rating: 1 ) by twbanter on
Friday, 8th September 2006 @ 08:34:13 AM AEST (User
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It was great to see the hope in your excellent poem. That's right, I said excellent. Excellent, excellent, excellent! There were so many good lines, and metaphors in this, I wouldn't know which to quote as examples. Maybe I should just copy and paste the whole thing???/ Great poem!
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Re: Tormented Remain
(User Rating: 1 ) by StormyNites on
Friday, 8th September 2006 @ 05:20:58 PM AEST (User
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a really good poem, and its never too late ..there is also great satisfaction in proving them wrong. |
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