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Blue
Contributed by
pyrofungus
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Thursday, 18th November 2004 @ 11:30:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
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This color is far to new
Resembles what cannot be true
It is what is sad
The color of many oceans afar
We drown in our deepest of miseries
In the color that grows within us
We are sealed in with it
Sitting upon our soul
Making us not of our kind
We begin to turn lifeless
Speaking in distant voices
So weak
And alone
We truly become this color
This color of pure sadness
Sadness in which
We are infested with for eternity
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Re: Blue
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by EternalNight4x on
Tuesday, 23rd November 2004 @ 02:44:13 PM AEST
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| A well written and well expressed write...I can relate to this poem so well, it feels as if sorrow has control over you forever...if you're anything like me then when people tell you to try and get better you just ignore them so I won't be syaing that...excellent write keep it up |
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Re: Blue
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by little_genna on
Tuesday, 23rd November 2004 @ 03:46:07 PM AEST
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This is amazing,
I feel like this all the time, even when i am happy.
it is well expressed and i felt every word of it.
you should come bend my ear sum time when you need a friend.
take care hun
love
Gen xx |
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Re: Blue
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by brokenwings on
Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 12:46:40 AM AEST
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very good write....
thanx for your comment on my poem |
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Re: Blue
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by SensitiveSoAbused on
Sunday, 2nd January 2005 @ 06:07:15 PM AEST
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after blue there is black
after black there is red
after life there is death,
yet one in the same
so when death will not reach us
and life does insist
and persist in its presence
amidst all our shame
when our breath has us shaking
sobbing tears in our bed
it is time to look at our mind
instead of our wrist
it is then we will realize
the true challenge is not
to beat life, defeat living
but instead co-exist.
because blue blue can mean sorrow
or blue can mean sky
and life can mean living
without wanting to die
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pyrofungus... i wrote this poem right now, in victoria, bc, canada, on the 2nd of january 2005, on the spot. for you, just for you.
you asked me to comment on some of your poetry...
i chose this one...
most of my poems, should you read them, especially the ones before june or july or so... were poems such as this one...
i was depressed for eight years...
ive over 52 scars on my body from self inflicted cuts, burns, punctures, and gouging...
and if you find yourself trapped in such a way at all as i was... talk to me....
-Lane |
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