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The Storm
Contributed by
PsychoticDreamz
on
Monday, 19th January 2004 @ 12:56:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The storm outside
not a fragment of the storm
that rages within
Days like these
bring back memories
of when I'd fall and give in
The rain outside falls like that of mine eyes
Unwanted, steady and cold
The trails they follow are long worn down
Sorrowful, lonely and old
Pain held inside for so long
forms sweet glistening rain drops
From thine eyes
Submissive in my own world
Overrun with forgotten feelings
of those whom I despise
The rain outside falls like that of mine eyes
Unwanted, steady and cold
The trails they follow are long worn down
Sorrowful, lonely and old
False interpretations
of the pain convincing me
death was better than life
Believing every voice I heard
each action taken; more absurd
until I met my friendly knife
The rain outside falls like that of mine eyes
Unwanted, steady and cold
The trails they follow are long worn down
Sorrowful, lonely and old
But the cutting is over now
Even though this damage
still resides in me
Hiding the pain day by day
hurting worse to have to say
Keeping it away so others won't see
The rain outside falls like that of mine eyes
seldom, painful and old
The trails they follow are long worn down
building their trenches in my soul
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Re: The Storm
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by Baronhawk on
Monday, 19th January 2004 @ 01:35:25 PM AEST
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| Nice one...I especially like the part of the friendly knife..ha he he psychotic deams indeed. I can understand the emotions of old memories...and pain...why do some people like me dwell so much on pain of ages ago and not just give it up..and move on.I guess at some level despite the heartaches...it is sadistically pleasurable to wallow in the storms of yerterday..he he. |
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Re: The Storm
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by Rakerman1999 on
Monday, 19th January 2004 @ 11:29:29 PM AEST
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Your torment was felt in each line. I liked this!
Well done
Larry |
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