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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again 
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*not listening* That's the sound of my NoDoz bottle when it's hollow. Twenty tabs and some water so i can swallow 'em all. Wallow and drown in my sorrow. Cry my eyes out 'til i come back tomorrow. Hangin on to life with one hand on the last handle Until you lit a match and burned it with a candle. Scorched my hand; it got too hot to handle and i started screaming like a distressin' damsel. Now i'm all alone with no one 'round to hear me. The well's dry like bone; there's no jury here to clear me. There's too many out there; they're worried and they fear me. i might achieve my dreams, even though they smear me. i could be better off than her or him; get better job offers. So they'd rather put this sheep to slaughter; Better off to off me than to let my soul blossom. You tear apart my bleeding heart, destroying it at the seams. It seems you judge my short comings instead of measuring my dreams. i don't know why you need to make my life a living Hell. you keep giving me hell even when i'm doing well. My home should be a place where i can dwell in someone's love and some safety; where i can find a little rest and peace and maybe curl up like a baby and cry with a lady that i'd call my mom. And she wouldn't rob me like the mob of innocence and tell me what i do wrong. That's why i'm sayin' this "So Long!" 'cause now i'm gone to find the spot where i belong. i don't have to stay and take this abuse; your burning words and hurtful verbs with my screw-ups as your excuse. Well it's no use; my dreams are a burning fuse and i refuse to let my talent die unused. So i'm packing up my things: My suitcase and my shoes, A tube of toothpaste, A note book and my muse. And i'm riding on my hopes and dreams to go and start my life anew.< !signature--> Everyone's got their demons. We all got somethin' to atone for. [This message has been edited by Ethan_Halo (edited 09-29-2000).] |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Ethan, this is a frightenly real poem full of anger and pain. Great write but sorry you feel like this. Be well Kethry "It is the image in the mind that links us to lost treasures; but it is the loss that shapes the image, gathers the flowers weaves the garland."- |
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melroseg Junior Member
since 2000-09-29
Posts 16 |
Your poems have great flow. Also, I like the desperation in your words. It gives me perspective on how hard life can be, and how feelings can bleed the soul. Keep writing, I can't wait to read more. Melissa |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again |
Kethry-thanks for stoppin by to read it. i'm glad you liked it. actually, i thought this one to be a little on the optimistic side, so it's good for me to feel this =) Melissa:hey! i think i'm starting to become a fan of yours, and i'm glad you read mine too. thanks for peepin' this one. glad you enjoyed. Everyone's got their demons. We all got somethin' to atone for. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ethan--You just are somthing else...the way you write is great with passion and so well done...I hope when you leave, if you leave, you go somewhere where you can get your hands on a computer...to keep posting, or at least paper and pencil to keep writing. |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Hi Ethan, wow, I feel the frustration with the world, and I can tell it is getting to you. Well I say to hell with all of them, if they don't understand us! Great writing. Take care. Sandra |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The well's dry like bone; there's no jury here to clear me. There's too many out there; they're worried and they fear me. i might achieve my dreams, even though they smear me. ==================== My home should be a place where i can dwell in someone's love and some safety; where i can find a little rest and peace and maybe curl up like a baby and cry with a lady that i'd call my mom. And she wouldn't rob me like the mob of innocence and tell me what i do wrong. ===================== i don't have to stay and take this abuse; your burning words and hurtful verbs with my screw-ups as your excuse. Well it's no use; my dreams are a burning fuse and i refuse to let my talent die unused. So i'm packing up my things: My suitcase and my shoes, A tube of toothpaste, A note book and my muse. And i'm riding on my hopes and dreams to go and start my life anew. ========================== E, ... baby..you can be and do whatever you put your poetic mind and soul into achieving only you can truly set your self free once in flight not even the stars can hold you back ... you write with such honesty ... sometimes it hurts to see it... but I understand ... YES...take that muse with you ...its priceless take care gifted-gator me |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Ethan, You have packed a punch in these lines. Very powerful and strong emotions, but I really liked the ending. May your dreams burn bright and light the road to the future for you.  Nice writing. Lone Wolf Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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Tennessee Angel Senior Member
since 2000-06-03
Posts 661Tennessee |
Totally awesome, Ethan! I don't sense anger really in this one, but individual power! Your work really makes me think and I love that in poetry! --You can either take me as I am...or you can watch me as I go.-- |
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rosepetals25
since 2000-05-31
Posts 3076PA |
Ethan, I think I have to agree with Tennessee Angel.. I sense power. The power of an unbreakable strong soul. So amazingly written.. and inspirational in the end.. with strength like yours you can accomplish anything you want to do ~~Tara aka rp25 :o) |
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