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symphony_of_thoughts Member
since 2003-08-03
Posts 95Somewhere |
I once thought Where am I going I often fought With myself of where my thoughts were showing I knew church was the answer But I still laid in ruins Striking within me like cancer The striking were my thoughts clashing Ever so galantly, not picking sides The world let me sleep before, but now the drugs wore off I often laid awake many a night Not knowing why it's there It gave me the most depressing fright It would always tear my happiness in half I tried to leave it behind Always jumping back up to my mind I tried not to find My tired old mind Funerals and deaths never helped Because I couldn't accept Fully knowing, where I am going I have to think, but it's so sad I couldn't reason It didn't understand My mind's own treason When will it finally land When will the feeling subside If it didn't stop... Would my mind have died Why had I so much cried Inside my heart had lied For that time I was lost I couldn't find the path I was confusingly crossed Why was I feeling my own wrath As I lay it aside I wish I had not cried I remember the nonsense I remember the loss All the time of nothing Where did it go, I guess I lost the grip. Where is God? I don't want to die? Where is my mind? Chained happiness Chained thoughts Blurred landscapes? People spoke with many words? Uncomprehensible by my own ears. Why am I going to die? I am so young? I should speak the truth, and not lie? Believe in what you will? I want to realease it I want my chained happiness back Give it back without a word Rip the chains Break my compulsive hold Open the light so I may see Make me believe, So I can breathe I want to live so much more No more dead thoughts All I want is flourished happiness Unchained thoughts for myself So I can be free Even though my thoughts lay solitary It shouldn't be chained My mind must be free even though nothing is spoken I must believe I want to be set free To feel the sunlight unburdened again To see the grass without blurred thoughts Unwrap the bandage from my eyes I want to sit with God's eye on my shoulder without any care |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
good write, keep those thoughts going and the ink flowing  welcome to Passions. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Symphony This is a poem that everyone can relate too. A fine expression of you feelings.There are many different keys that open the door of happiness, perhaps your key is the church, but remember: Gods eye is always looking over your shoulder.Consider it the third eye, that looks out from your heart. Peace........ice |
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symphony_of_thoughts Member
since 2003-08-03
Posts 95Somewhere |
I'm acutally good now, all of that stuff in my poem has long passed. It all started about over a year ago when I was really contemplating where I was going to go after I die, I was continuously saying heaven, but then I kept thinking what if there is nothing, I would just be left in a never-ending dark oblivion. I thought about that for about 2 weeks during the summer. But I have soon accepted that this universe could not have been created just by an accidental explosion, there had to be someone else intervening. I'm a Lutheran Christian right now. I'm not that strong in the religion, but I still believe. |
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