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 Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:00 pm
Hello! Jen here!! Please, feel free to post responses to any of my stuff. :] I'm not afraid of 'negative-feedback'.
Merry-we-go-to-Doom
Once around the merry-go-round
Laughter and lights all around
Twice around the merry-go-round
Laughter, a bright and joyous sound
Thrice around the merry-go-round
Laughter fades, and fear is found
Faster the world spins topsy-turvy
Riders scream, away bystanders scurry
Stuck now on a macabre ride
Left to suffer, on the gilded inside
Hiding behind child's play, that is a sin
Yet the only way to trap victims within
Haunting the memory, sadistic the reason
Quiet and still, the terror-go-round waits for next hunting season
(To the tune of Pop-Goes-the-Weasel)
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:01 pm
Tattered Wings
If I was to fall, who would catch me?
If I was to trip, who'd pick me back up?
If I was to break, who'd fix me?
If I was to sink, who'd bring me back to the top?
I know I can't heal everyone, but God, I want to try.
I want to teach others how to fly.
I want to help, heal and protect untill I die.
Maybe that's the problem, maybe I want to die.
I can't hold my head up any longer
I feel my self sinking under
I don't want to be lost, I want to be found.
I want these tattered wings to get me off the ground.
I want to soar, I want to glide.
But my heart and soul are in a downward slide.
Someone save me, some one guide me to safety.
Someone help me, some one please, take me.
Take me away, take me some place where I'm free.
Somewhere, where I can be me.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:03 pm
Warning: This is more rhetorical rambling/rhythmic ranting then poetry. :] Happy Readings!
Question-
Do you ever have those days where you can't stand to be alone, yet you crave it so terribly?
Do you ever have those times when you can't think, but you can't slow your mind down?
What if you wanted to be held so bad, but you didn't trust yourself to try?
Have you ever wanted to be perfect, but never wanted to be perfect?
Would you trust someone to keep you safe when you healed these wounds, yet you still keep one eye opened while they watched your back?
What if that indecision could disappear, would you take it? Or would you bite the hand that helped you?
Would you calm your storming mind? Soothe your rattled emotions? But rile them up again to keep you going in dark times?
Do these catches in the phrase make you stop and think but then make you keep on going, never wanting to see the truth?
These questions make no sense, yet are crystal clear in meaning.
So think.
No, don't think, just do it.
Solve these puzzles without thinking, it's possible, we do it everyday.
Go ahead.
I'm waiting
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