What’s another day, when the way of the
day of the Life you see is naught but grey?
There’s many other colours in the palette –
so I say and usually believe, so please do
think on, I’m hardly likely to deceive…
Be a butterfly and unfurl your wings
and, then watch your friends drift away,
as they say, “You’re not the same.”
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Way to close to home.
Way too close to my marriage- the first.
Please do not snigger, when
you press the trigger that
helps have me feelin blue;
‘coz my friend, just think,
instead, it could’ve been you.
I took my seat on the train and perched,
as I needed to do and, a thought struck
me as true: “Perhaps someone whose rump
take up a seat and a half, should pay for two?”
Let me tell you, there’s a price to pay,
for changing the way you see Life and, too
often it seems that people around can
think you’re mean, ‘coz you’re not quite the
people pleaser they seem to recall…
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not if you believe in karma :/
yes most times they do get away with it.. but then there comes the time they get caught
thou script spoken in volume and clearity!
The legend of the satyr talks of a demigod
walking the earth, an she’s not that, nor is
she someone intrinsically evil, much as it
would suit the image of themselves. No,
what I see, is someone rather like I have
been, a sensitive soul, seeking direction
from someone, or something to provide
the one thing we all want, a sense of self;
till then it could be said, they could be
viewed as a martyr, with their tears of
blood evident with eyes, that can see and,
ears that can hear the cries that she makes.
I finally paid the tab, as I lie on the slab,
torn apart from within, by a burst heart
that splattered the white tiles of the room
with red and the pain is such, that I now
wish I were dead, such was my loneliness
when I went to bed…
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This fits perfectly in my world. Especially right now.
It's amazing...
It tears me apart an breaks my heart
the way you’re pushin people away
and then as you, you say to them,
I’m doing this all for you, which is
like sayin, it’s not you it’s me, or
even, trust me I’m not like all the
others: an what makes you think
you’re different, might I ask???
There they had sat on the bus, all with their headsets on, as I sat at the back, watching and listening, as I always do: and just to my right in a window seat, a small boy tells his friend how his brother wakes him up every morning strangling him and, I sit there seething, wanting to tell him that things can better when you’re bullied earlier on. I wanted to tell him that, as if he’d been my son. But I didn’t, just then, as such things aren’t done. Though I had provided the chance, by admitting I was lost: and starting dialogue, that precipitated interest in me, long enough, to say as I Needed to and adding, ‘its alright to say “no”’ before they got off the bus.
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phantomsgrief
01:23 Jan 29 2011
that is a wonderful poem Neil
NoctusAngelusProcella
01:36 Jan 30 2011
da's are most often wiser!