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CLAY HEART
Contributed by
hray42
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Monday, 12th March 2012 @ 10:49:32 AM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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i'm just not the man i used to be
i've known sorrow, known some misery
seen things that i didn't wanna see
lost people who were close to me
i wake up to what is another day
one that starts off in the same old way
i grab my tools and i grab my clay
'cause i have no heart i've heard them say
i set out to construct a perfect one
something that will work, something that will run
to beat ferociously when i am done
one that will rage like the burning sun
"try, try again" has been a common theme
an impossible task is what it seems
to make a heart by such primitive means
never, ever will a clay heart be seen
if only i had one to beat in my chest
even a little, not necessarily the best
then maybe i could love like all of the rest
oh god! why did you give me this test!
if you search me out you may find me here
working diligently to design what's dear
i'm sure success is quite close, quite near
oh please help me! i can't do it alone i fear!
so, if at all possible please lend me a hand
just a little assistance would be so grand
i feel my existence has met its span
was my life an accident? or was it planned???
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hray42
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2012-03-12 10:49:32]
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Re: CLAY HEART
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by Waynster on
Monday, 12th March 2012 @ 10:55:23 AM AEST
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| I like what you write about, very good. |
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Re: CLAY HEART
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by deusdeira on
Wednesday, 14th March 2012 @ 06:49:45 AM AEST
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| I like that it is straightforward and speaks so much truth. I often wonder about the heart and why I feel the way I do. Sometimes it is void when I expected sorrow or joy, and sometimes there is joy or sorrow, when I expected none. What is the purpose? I would say... to exist. |
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