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Forced
Contributed by
senorwoohoo
on
Sunday, 2nd March 2003 @ 11:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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The soft green cushions,
with teeth sharp and long.
where I'll rest my head,
and realize I'm wrong.
Your voice is raspy,
and sounds far away.
The teeth have locked on,
forcing me to stay.
Swirls of thoughts twisting,
and unleashing truth.
Finally describing,
my troublesome youth.
Demons I'm seeing,
escape from my brain.
So now I feel cured,
yet I'm still 'insane.'
I'm suffocating now,
in this world I know.
I can't be normal,
can't go with 'the flow.'
I scribble down words,
and I try to rhyme.
In an old notebook,
to free my trapped mind.
Its like an escape,
for my mind and soul.
This is what cures me,
and makes me feel whole.
Until I return,
to the sharp white teeth.
And I spew forth dreams,
to this high priced theif.
Copyright ©
senorwoohoo
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2003-03-02 23:20:00]
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Re: Forced
(User Rating: 1 )
by Wilder on
Tuesday, 25th March 2003 @ 03:51:56 PM AEST
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| I liked this one because it showed the fear and loathing of going to see a psychiatrist. It has all the thoughts of being isolated and stuck on some leather sofa, pouring your heart out to someone who's only listening to get paid. Good writing! |
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