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A long way from home
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A long way from home |
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cstamand Junior Member
since 1999-10-10
Posts 13Huntsville, AL, US |
A long way from home As I lie awake breathing the air that’s full of hate. Seeing hurt in peoples eyes, feeling the pain as it calls and screams through the night. Helping the ones who saw the devil and ran with him through the night and I’m always being told I never do anything right. The moon shines and the starlight’s bright but the moon and the stars are surrounded in darkness and some don’t live in the light. They stay in the black people pushed them over the edge just like me you were on a star and just like me they stabbed you way to far, and in the mist we cry all we are, are shadows. Were not alive nor have we died, we are bitter even though our love is disguised. Our love is really as big as an enchanted world that no one rarely gets to see. Except in a dream of fantasies a dying sunlight turns to gray and even if I had gold it wouldn’t make my day. Inside I’m like a child wanting to love every one but found I’ve gone to war. The tears of sorrow turned to rust. The hardest part is there’s nothing I can do to help myself from what I’ll do. My mind is racing and my heartthrobs just knowing everything changed and there’s nothing, nothing, I can do but remain silent and scream from the pain. ------------------ Crystal St. Amand |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
 Very good content here Crystal!! Jenny  |
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Debutante New Member
since 1999-10-24
Posts 2 |
This was really good. ------------------ |
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Deverone Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 136San Antonio, Tx, USA |
OHH... WOW. This was so beautiful, yet painful as I read. Always remember that you have friends here to help you with the pain and frustration. Your words have found a place in my thoughts and memories of days gone by; I feel close to this piece. Again..... WOW ------------------ Deverone "We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out". ----Ray Bradbury--- |
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suicidal dreams Member
since 1999-09-28
Posts 343Toledo Ohio USA |
Wow very painful for me due to the fact that, that is what i feel and think, to bad you wrote it befor i did But it was a great poem i really loved it at the same tim as being pained by it. ------------------ life is short kill quick |
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