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Calling Our Father in Heaven! Can You Help? Blood bleeds, Torture It Feeds.
Contributed by
ed
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Monday, 17th February 2003 @ 11:40:00 PM in AEST
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Hey you Mr on that cloud!
Stop smiling and help out.
One youth, one chance,
Do you see me laugh?
Rain rain go away,
Give me strength to rest.
A confession brings the truth
When it could have stayed in the back,
Lost not to be found,
The sun to rise not set,
The rain to pour but no get me wet.
Well don't listen father.
Don't you want to give me strength.
Strength through feelings.
I cant make you,
Is it possible for you?
You havent yet shown me
Light from the skies
and angels on my bed.
I'm still alive though
and very much confused.
Confusion may be a laugh if its not you.
If it is, its hell,
You're dwelling in the underworld,
Burning in fire.
How do you heal burns?
You can't.
They're scars.
They're everlasting.
They may however fade in time,
But present is now
And I live for the moment,
Feeling like a caged rat.
Death will free it.
I'm not scared.
I'll live forever.
With who together?
O Father, show me faith.
Pull me through doomed youth.
Drink drink one more drink.
It's not getting better,
Just leaving it another day.
Feelings hurt.
I hate feelings.
I want to be numb.
I feel other peoples hurt.
I can't win.
Perhaps I can.
I can't win.
I know I can.
It hurts me more than pain.
I love everything about love
But hate everything about hate.
I need a rebirth.
Someone with no life.
Books and sleep.
Sleep is a drug.
I forget the pain
and think stars and fairies.
Then I wake.
I start to shake.
I need more.
More sleep, everlasting sleep
But not death.
I can't win you see?
Everlasting sleep without death?
I can win.
I wish for my own life,
Created by myself.
No more thoughts of tomorrow.
There is no next day.
A constant bright floaty day.
It's my dream
to live a dream.
Father, o Father show yourself.
Prove yourself to me.
I'll follow with dignity.
I'll be your slave.
All I ask is to get me out.
Get me out of pain,
Get me out of confusion.
Please our father in heaven,
Help me live pain free.
I want to kill anxiety.
Kill it with my own hands.
With a self made knife
and cut it out of life.
Go go begone!
Go go begone!
Go go begone!
Come back!
What?
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ed
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2003-02-17 23:40:00]
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Re: Calling Our Father in Heaven! Can You Help? Blood bleeds, Torture It Feeds.
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by karoody on
Tuesday, 18th February 2003 @ 01:29:48 AM AEST
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poems can go as you choose in free verse, interesting write, well done.
i can see the racing thoughts of a manic here, but you've been productive with them... |
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Re: Calling Our Father in Heaven! Can You Help? Blood bleeds, Torture It Feeds.
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by venkat on
Tuesday, 18th February 2003 @ 03:06:40 AM AEST
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Till you find real happiness in your mind write whatever you like but dont stop, I had undergone similar manic stages and wrote so much many years ago. I know what your senses speak and what your mind cries. .. what ever it may be, this is truly a talented write and a product of your stream of consciusness. This reminds me your earlier poem. if you are not bothered I would like to ask you to read my poems occassionally.to refresh your mind
.. venkat |
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Re: Calling Our Father in Heaven! Can You Help? Blood bleeds, Torture It Feeds.
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by tease_whizz on
Tuesday, 18th February 2003 @ 07:35:44 AM AEST
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| proof that poetry doesn't need to fit into rhyme or stanzas...i love stream of consciousness poetry and this really conveys a sense of pure emotion...like feelings just let out on to the page....great write, keep them coming xxx KT |
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Re: Calling Our Father in Heaven! Can You Help? Blood bleeds, Torture It Feeds.
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by Wrybod on
Saturday, 8th March 2003 @ 12:53:08 PM AEST
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Ed, I wrote "There's got to be a better way" in exactly the same frame of mind. I'm working on another but unlike you I prefer the vehicle
of meter, rhyme and scan to emphasise
what has gone in to making the point.
I won't argue which way is best we both get good comments and encouragement.
I thought this was good but given my standpoint, I really got lost in this one. But perhaps I was meant to? |
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