Poetic Hideaway

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Poetic Hideaway

And in my mind

I cannot find

A place to hide

Staring through endless walls

I hear you call

You're trying to rip me apart

And I try to pacify

To rhyme

To explain this depression I always seem to find

My poetry gets me out of all the misery

Pulls me out of this sick reality

Temporarily keeps my head in divinity

But what if my poetic mind

Starts to go blind

Then where will I hide

Forever lost to a world covered in lies

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Posted by thirteen 03-26-2008 13:44,   ... I enjoyed this, reminded me of my love for writing.   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment...   Posted by gsaracen 03-26-2008 13:59,   ... I wish I could write to give myself psychotherapy... but I am too lazy. So I do the daft thing and spend on a shrink. But shrinks just sit and listen as you talk to yourself almost. So... I really should write more instead.   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment...   Posted by R.E.Potter 03-26-2008 14:04,   ,,, yup,,that sums me up too.   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment...   Posted by Sad Sara 03-26-2008 18:11,   If 'ifs' and 'buts' were candy and nuts Then everyday'd be Christmas    But what if my poetic mind   Starts to go blind -But what if it doesn't?  What if it catches moments in time and slows them down to tick within the mind at any speed yer wish?  Poetic Highways have bumps, that's why there's an 'oh shit' handle. Juss hang on, or take another path. Aye believe when I say that if yer continue down the road which yer are on yer juss might end up where yer headed. Uh-oh yer mused me again. Yer like doin' that huh?    Road Destruction     While driving down poetic road   I see a sign that reads   Thought destruction up ahead   But still my mind proceeds     I try to shift creatively   But as I'm changing gears   A warning sign of pettiness   Now suddenly appears     Imagination's forced to stop   Since there's no other lane   Then my vision is obscured   By salty falling rain     I try to turn, but it's too late   And as our thoughts collide   I wonder why you can't shut up *not yer  And just enjoy the ride     I Like yer Poem   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment... » See all 1 replie(s)   Posted by resistanceisfreedom 03-27-2008 11:20,   ... ha well Anna i'm glad my poems muse you. And thanks for your lessons. They're always much appreciated.   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment...

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