Something

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  • Life
    • hcrellers
    • February 5th, Friday morning, purple dawn... A moment like a poem, you wish you could hold it... I shut my eyes like it's frozen... it's gone when I open...

    Something

     I sit as the world turns slower
    sleep a thing of past
    my soul is unrested
    nothing in my life is what it seems

    something tugs from the inside
    something tangible
    something more than a dream

    it was so simple
    now complicated
    the truth blurred by hate
    id wait a lifetime 
    but a lifetime is more than i can waste

    something tugs from the inside
    something tangible
    something more than a dream

    growing, changing, learning.
    who am I supposed to be
    always questions with no answers
    I can hear the music
    but when will i understand the words


     

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    Charlie23 commented on Something

    07-27-2010

    I love the idea you used to define life! This is an awesome poem!
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    hcrellers

    10/03/2010

    :) thank you charlie.. sorry I havnt been on here much but I really appreciate the input

    DeepEclipse commented on Something

    05-27-2010

    Interesting. Like a subliminal call. Echo. Voices. Perhaps a self long forgotten. Silenced by society's demands. [the truth blurred by hate] - Indeed. Like frustration without an enemy to pin it on. The way it repeats cadence like I could see this being longer. Like something constantly knocking the brain. Well written.
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    hcrellers

    10/03/2010

    You're right.. I didn't know where to end it really.. but thats how it is.. something that repeats in me.. like a merry go round of feelings.. you are amazing you know that lol I'm so glad we crossed paths. You always understand me completely

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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