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seasun545


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Posted Wed Aug 22nd, 2007 5:27pm Post subject: I wish someone would have told...
Hi, people,
for those who doesn´t know me yet, I´m the frustrated writer that sometimes posts things I write (I wish I could call them poems, but poetry is far far beyond this), to express things I find easier to express this way.
This one is something I thought for people having bad days-I know there´s a few round here- and I though it´s what I´d wish that someone would have told me all those days when you feel like shit, and living is an utter torture and you feel alone cause no one around notices or understands.

I saw you woke up this morning
With that look upon your face
the one thas says you´re longing
to get lost, leaving no trace

I was listening to you this morning
Being funny and cheering up
And I saw behind the courtain
That you were dying to give it all up

I´ve been listening to your words
Talking about something beautiful
And the grief filling your heart
Cause no one else found it useful

I´ve been watching you being nice
Giving your shoulder to cry on
And that sad grimace on your face
Cause you have no one to count on

I´ve seen you standing alone
Where no one else could find you
Trying to hide the storm
That´s hitting your heart, so painful

I´ve been trying to understand
How can you keep it all under control
While the anger inside your head
Is struggling to get out and burst it all

I followed you walking down the street
Pushing you feet, heavier than stones
Trying desperately to reach
Your lonely but cosy home

And I´ve heard you crying in your room
Where no one is suppossed to listen
And coming out like the worse is gone
ready again to keep the faking

Hold on, my good old fellow
You´re strength is there beside you,
Though you see no more than a hollow
I am right here to remind you
That no one else could be braver
To fight against himself and sorrow
And I see how you´re getting stronger
And nothing could make me feel prouder.

Hope you all have a nice day

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Saturn


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Posted Thu Aug 23rd, 2007 1:00am Post subject: I wish someone would have told...
That's really nice I like that.

Thanks for posting it.

I'm a bit of wanna-be poet myself.

This is not so cheery but a bit of a prayer for relief, and understanding, a cry from the depths - my own little way of expressing just what it's like when you're in that dark despair that I'm sure many of us have experienced.

From the depths.

De profundis I call
I scream for relief.
Hoarse, and anguished,
I batter my breast, lose
My pride, every scruple
And vainly for pity beg.
No one hears my cry.

In this well, this hole
Blackness profound;
I shiver with a fear,
A loneliness deeper
Than I've ever known.
Ague bites not half
As much as despair.

This was no accident
No quick, sudden fall,
But a slow descent
To the Stygian abyss.
Old Homer and Virgil
Would quake to know
That their hell is real.

I've been there, seen
Cruel and unjust pain,
But, until now, I never
Knew so these darker,
And more terrible fires.
My soul I wrack endless
To fathom my crime.

I am not a god, Cyclops
Or huge Titan in disgrace,
No revolt or conspiracy
Led me to these shores.
I cannot bear a load so
Cumbersome as they do.
I am a man lost in hell.

So dread King Minos, you
Judges who sent me here
I beg; whate'er my crime,
Please let me now return
Even to my half-life above,
Even to my hopeless life,
Just let me live once more.
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And this one is inspired by a passage in Sylvia Plath's Bell Jar

White boxes.

"I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue."
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Ch. XI

Plath knew all to well
About the white boxes,
The compartments life
Parcels itself out into.

Soon as a door opens
The echo then rebounds
Of another being closed.
I see the paving, the tiles,
The bleached white walls,
The clinical smell of them.
Stark, yet brilliant, cold
In their bleak simplicity,
Each new room dazzles
Deceptive of possibility:

They are all the same...

Plath knew all to well
About the white boxes,
The compartments life
Parcels itself out into.
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seasun545


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Posted Thu Aug 23rd, 2007 1:28am Post subject: I wish someone would have told...
Hats off, Saturn.
Thanks so much.

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Anonymous


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Posted Thu Aug 23rd, 2007 10:20am Post subject: I wish someone would have told...
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