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helterskelter19
dented dreams, and diluted memories...
Jun 23, 2005 05:26
this is an old poem that i recently found. a friend of mine wrote.. its really well written, and i dunno its pretty deep shit so i thought id post it
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backinblack23
June 23 2005, 12:00:31 UTC
Yoink yoink...those were some sad times indeed! I dont even have that poem anymore lol :)
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helterskelter19
June 23 2005, 18:36:28 UTC
yeah that was bad times for all but it seems some stuff has turned around nowa'days... i have another one of ur poems if you would u like to have it
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helterskelter19
June 23 2005, 18:41:25 UTC
I’m holding on to everything.
Nothing will let go
Forever trapped in this 3 dimensional space
I'll never come out, no one will come in
Don’t feel bad, don’t make me laugh.
I’m peeled, picked apart and eaten.
Each day another part of me turns to stone, another thing turns grey
I’m tired of hiding it, I’m sick of pretending
Nothing will come back, everything is gone
I am a dove with no nest
I am flower with no petals
I am that man with no sight.
I will never see in color, always see in grey
Wont see happiness, it fails to come my way.
My box won’t let me out, won’t let anyone in
Thousand of people talk, but I can’t make out a word
Thousands of people stare, but I can’t see the eye
I’m fading fast, waiting on a bed of nails
For you I could wait a lifetime.
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backinblack23
June 23 2005, 18:42:26 UTC
this one has the ring of a pinkfloyd song... dontca think?
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Nothing will let go
Forever trapped in this 3 dimensional space
I'll never come out, no one will come in
Don’t feel bad, don’t make me laugh.
I’m peeled, picked apart and eaten.
Each day another part of me turns to stone, another thing turns grey
I’m tired of hiding it, I’m sick of pretending
Nothing will come back, everything is gone
I am a dove with no nest
I am flower with no petals
I am that man with no sight.
I will never see in color, always see in grey
Wont see happiness, it fails to come my way.
My box won’t let me out, won’t let anyone in
Thousand of people talk, but I can’t make out a word
Thousands of people stare, but I can’t see the eye
I’m fading fast, waiting on a bed of nails
For you I could wait a lifetime.
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