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Array ( [sid] => 122098 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Meaning. [time] => 2006-06-21 13:52:48 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Whereís the sympathy in this unexplainable minute, Where we should just be and didnít.
Could you just stop and stay with me, Where we can live on loving endlessly.
But the laws laid down spoke authority into us, My hopeless dreams.. painted so flawless.
In your words.. which Iíll never get to hear, All was gone in such a small tear.
My eyes burn and yet I cant stop, As if it were the game of my life.. Bleeding on the blacktop.
Iíll never understand why, And yet Iíll never stop searching.. To hear your cry.
When all I can do is imagine a figure beside me, On this man-made throne with no mercy.
Shall I suffer the same fate of my mothers past, To walk her painstaking steps until I take my last.
What a horrible image that should never be true, But it seems as though thatís all there is to do.
Must I back into this corner and let my sanity slip away, Or will you come to save my day.
The obvious is hard to avoid these years, So much has been shown to these eyes with so many fears.
Can I wash away the truth one last time, Start over.. Another lie will be just fine.
And if it ends in a similar pattern, Iíll repeat it again.. Until I finally learn.
Learning is never an easy task, These lies carry a heavy mask.
I donít want to be another dead number on a box, The steps mean something on these sidewalks.
A wasted life indeed, More to come and they will all bleed.
For no reason at all to exist no more, I cant help but to beg that thereís a reason in store.
But I feel nothing is the explanation, Useless rhymes.. Wasted education.
On a world with no meaning, No reason why Iím screaming.
And love is so complicated, Whose to say youíre love is fake and overrated.
Iím not sure if I should believe thereís something more, I only feel when my heart is sore.
Make their meaning to this all, This shouldnít be a wasted call.
Why must I feel this way all day long, My eyes are weary.. I just want to belong.
To something important in this race, Not another useless matter of space.
And I wont allow myself to be another coin, You spend just to feel something when we join.
Maybe Iíll just let it all go, I have nothing worth.. Wanting to show.
Take advantage of me and suck me dry, I wont fight it anymore.. I simply wish to die. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 244 [topic] => 75 [informant] => ham323 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
The Meaning.

Contributed by ham323 on Wednesday, 21st June 2006 @ 01:52:48 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished



Whereís the sympathy in this unexplainable minute, Where we should just be and didnít.
Could you just stop and stay with me, Where we can live on loving endlessly.
But the laws laid down spoke authority into us, My hopeless dreams.. painted so flawless.
In your words.. which Iíll never get to hear, All was gone in such a small tear.
My eyes burn and yet I cant stop, As if it were the game of my life.. Bleeding on the blacktop.
Iíll never understand why, And yet Iíll never stop searching.. To hear your cry.
When all I can do is imagine a figure beside me, On this man-made throne with no mercy.
Shall I suffer the same fate of my mothers past, To walk her painstaking steps until I take my last.
What a horrible image that should never be true, But it seems as though thatís all there is to do.
Must I back into this corner and let my sanity slip away, Or will you come to save my day.
The obvious is hard to avoid these years, So much has been shown to these eyes with so many fears.
Can I wash away the truth one last time, Start over.. Another lie will be just fine.
And if it ends in a similar pattern, Iíll repeat it again.. Until I finally learn.
Learning is never an easy task, These lies carry a heavy mask.
I donít want to be another dead number on a box, The steps mean something on these sidewalks.
A wasted life indeed, More to come and they will all bleed.
For no reason at all to exist no more, I cant help but to beg that thereís a reason in store.
But I feel nothing is the explanation, Useless rhymes.. Wasted education.
On a world with no meaning, No reason why Iím screaming.
And love is so complicated, Whose to say youíre love is fake and overrated.
Iím not sure if I should believe thereís something more, I only feel when my heart is sore.
Make their meaning to this all, This shouldnít be a wasted call.
Why must I feel this way all day long, My eyes are weary.. I just want to belong.
To something important in this race, Not another useless matter of space.
And I wont allow myself to be another coin, You spend just to feel something when we join.
Maybe Iíll just let it all go, I have nothing worth.. Wanting to show.
Take advantage of me and suck me dry, I wont fight it anymore.. I simply wish to die.




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Re: The Meaning. (User Rating: 1 )
by candysears on Wednesday, 21st June 2006 @ 02:29:37 PM AEST
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Very good write..But sad...
Life gets better...
God Bless!


Re: The Meaning. (User Rating: 1 )
by lillyjane on Thursday, 29th June 2006 @ 05:28:42 AM AEST
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I CAN UNDERSTAND YOUR FEELINGS BUT YOU HAVE TO KEEP GOING LEARNING BY EACH MISTAKE TILL THINGS GET BETTER, ONLY YOU CAN DO IT FOR YOURSELF, BRILLIANT POEM.XXX


Re: The Meaning. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 20th July 2006 @ 09:14:07 PM AEST
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whew such a blend of mixed and powerful emotion, a cauldron of pain the hurt reaches out from the heart. nicely done though.


Ben




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