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These Days
Contributed by
texasw97
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Friday, 5th September 2008 @ 06:44:22 PM in AEST
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Im sitting back looking at the sky
I want to ask God the question why
Im tired of battling myself every day
Im tired of living this way
Headache after headache this is getting old
Its August, yet my aurora is cold
Once again Im talking through my pen
When will all the pain and suffering end
Im trying my best to walk with a smile
I dont remember how its been a while
For some reason Im rushing time to fly by
I sit here wondering if Im a special guy
Everywhere I go I feel like a Misfit
People avoid me like I smell like *****
Im sitting here not having any fun
I walk around as if I were a loaded gun
I feel like Im about to have another Overload
In any given minute Im about to explode
Im mad because I cant blow or snort from my nose
Its easy to tell why I consider myself a Black Rose
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Re: These Days
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by Catalina on
Saturday, 6th September 2008 @ 03:04:00 AM AEST
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seems 2 me i've been right where u r. But we keep hope b/c change isn't far. you may never know where or when it'll be ur turn to smile again...
very talented write you have a gift...
don't let it pass u by:) |
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Re: These Days
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by Ambivalence on
Saturday, 6th September 2008 @ 01:09:14 PM AEST
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yup, i can relate with this piece of art, esp. these days. ur not a misfit, actually no one's a misfit, u jus gotta put urself out there. thanx for sharing ur thoughts/feelings, that's what poetry's about, but dont do anything i wouldnt do...the pain will go away since there's no use in suffering. nice write. take care
-K.Z. |
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