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Sheer Distractions from the Inevitable
Contributed by
ashleigh
on
Tuesday, 6th March 2007 @ 06:21:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Only when I stop to think
My mind cannot sit still
My heart seems to start to sink
And the Pain inside turns ill
I dont know what to do and then
I close my eyes and count
One, two, all the way to ten
And hope the hurt goes down
I wish that I could run away
Far, to a distant place
Then maybe I could take the Shame
Out of this mindless chase
Instead, Im stuck, inside a rut
This rut that I call life
Because I cannot come undone
You cannot read my mind
Not knowing what or how to think
My head begins to spin
Im coming closer to the Brink
And then Im jumping in
The Honest Land is hard to find
When one lives in seclusion
The Faithful Hand is lost in lines
Of insomnia and delusion
I dont believe you when you say
That everythings alright
So please just help me out today
And leave me alone tonight
Talk for hours about butterflies
And how stupid teachers are
Tell me about how your brother lied
About that dented car
I need this now, hard as I try
To think about whats here
Dont let me, now, with all your might
Just take my wheel and steer
Send me away to my Happy Life,
The one that isnt there
Do whatever it takes to end my sight
Of all the manipulative care
My happiness is out of reach,
But you have longer arms
Fine is just a Distraction away,
Though into the way of harm.
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ashleigh
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2007-03-06 18:21:38]
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Re: Sheer Distractions from the Inevitable
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by priss on
Wednesday, 7th March 2007 @ 12:02:41 AM AEST
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| great write, though i hope things begin to look up for you. your happy life is waiting, its inside of you somewhere. "happiness is a child born and brought to life in the heart's depths; it comes not to it from without"-kahlil gibran...keep wrting! |
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