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Another Crappy Poem
Contributed by
ArloDisarray
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Wednesday, 23rd April 2014 @ 06:03:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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Another night I lie awake, a blank mind dwells on past mistakes. Try not to think of what has passed, of times when I had moved too fast...
Another dream I can't awaken, could it be real, am I mistaken? I wish that my dreams could all come true, because in them I am with you.
Another heart that's set to break, it sits and waits for my mistake. But I am smart and stand my ground. I've fixed and turned my life around.
Another tear falls down my cheek, as I feel alone, cold, and weak. I wait alone inside the walls as they close in and crush it all.
Another day, see what time brings. I am the song that no one sings. Sit in the dark, one last light, living each day in black and white.
Another reflection sees through me, the part that no one else can see. It turns from truth to ugly lies, I dot my Ts and cross my eyes.
Another wound I cut too deep, this is a secret you must keep. Another scar to prove the past, to show the first cut til the last.
Another tongue tastes bitter sweet; my empty, broken heart won't beat. The screeching deep within the walls, nothing below to break my fall.
Another gasp of breath for air, again sweet dream turned to nightmare. I try too soon, I try too late. Put on this Earth, accept my fate.
Another lie comes from my mouth, although the truth tried to sneak out. My eyes are wet, my tongue is dry. Lie in this bed until I die.
Another drop bleeds through my tears, I'm too afraid to face my fears. The voices stutter and distort, but never clearly speak a word.
Another voice has much to say, it falls to dust so cold and grey. The words scramble and try to stay, but quickly are all blown away.
Another new day has begun, my head spins and my heart is numb. I know the pain is just too much, but I won't give in and won't give up.
Another torment is my fault, hitting my head against the walls. Try to forget what's behind me, but something keeps reminding me.
Another cry of shouting pain, one final time I'll scream your name. It's time to let the secrets free, let them all know what's wrong with me.
Another day, another night. It's my last chance to set things right. I'm giving in, I'm giving up. I just didn't try quite hard enough.
Another chance, the last one now, try so hard to figure me out. They just don't see what they can't see. They'll never know what's wrong with me.
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2014-04-23 18:03:45]
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Re: Another Crappy Poem
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 23rd April 2014 @ 11:18:04 PM AEST
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Well, except for the title, I really liked reading it. So very much full of emotion. It's definitely not a "crappy" poem.
Keep a writin'...definitely great therapy. |
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Re: Another Crappy Poem
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by JacobJowers on
Thursday, 24th April 2014 @ 07:09:02 AM AEST
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Wonderful, loved the emotion in your words.
The title is very untrue.
I actually believe this might just be one of my favorite poems.
Keep writing! |
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Re: Another Crappy Poem
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by Invierno on
Thursday, 24th April 2014 @ 07:31:37 AM AEST
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It's quite obvious from the title that you have a very low self-esteem. To label this poem as 'crappy' indicates one of two things. 1. You are seeking praise by labelling this crappy when it obviously isn't (thereby lacking validation in your life from those around you, or 2. You really DO think it's crappy. I prefer door # 2.
You've done a fine job articulating your emotions. From the overall feel, it would indicate a wide ranging dissatisfaction with yourself and your entire life, but there are lines in it that make it seem as if it's mainly an 'anguished lost love' poem.
Dude, or Dudette, we ALL have regrets and sorrows and pains and fears and anguish. It's called LIVING. The longer we are around , the higher the stack grows. I was feeling much like you, until I realized this simple fact. Nothing to do with god and forgiveness and all that. Just the basic fact that regret is a by-product of living.
You just need to hop back on the horse and look FORWARD. If you have a succession of days of positive action and thought, then if you DO look back, THOSE are the days you will see, not the bad ones.
My heart goes out to you. Keep writing....you have a talent there. |
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Re: Another Crappy Poem
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by ladyfawn on
Friday, 25th April 2014 @ 12:15:51 AM AEST
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i've read it several times and love it more each time, it has a rather interesting effect to me in that it reads like two poems, meshed in beautiful perfection,
hugs n' love nessa |
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