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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
One hundred days go by a hundred times I want to die a hundred times I want to scream is the end near, is this for me A hundred lifetimes I have failed though this is wrong for me to say the lift of hope is far to grim a hundred times I ran from it And nowhere will I find this life the last time I invent myself the wonders of my brain tonight as stardust memories delight. A hundred different moons have come while sitting at the oceans edge listening to the casual song of Neptune's rolling thunder love A hundred million thoughts increase as I leaned into my own release that minute of my last heartache taken from my own mistake And nowhere near this life I see is this the end, the end of me to hold my own mind at ease I get a little thrill of me. A thousand drinks to my demise have I had to my own surprise though another shot is always nice to make the day seem tolerant Another mile of highway dust below me rushes past my boot the wind screaming at my face forget the pain of yesterday And nowhere is the last goodbye inside of me while I ride till the next time I want to rest the flood becomes my memories. A thousand emotions left me dry a thousand times I heard you cry and nothing more can come of this another minute of hopelessness |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Wow! I hope this poem was read by others. It is quite good. Thank you for sharing, Michael. I want to read more. Alison |
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XGarapanX Senior Member
since 2008-06-19
Posts 1435Antarctica |
It has been read, and yes it is well written. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
nice expression of feelings...when there seems to be no hope remember Jesus Loves you and you can ask Him into your Heart to be your Savior...james |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada |
"A thousand drinks to my demise have I had to my own surprise though another shot is always nice to make the day seem tolerant Another mile of highway dust" I loved these lines...so let's just drink and forget the painful memories...until they come around again... very emotionally written. |
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