Out Of Room
This isn't home anymore.
The walls remain,
The ceiling is there.
But the feeling is gone.
And that's what held it all together.
Empty halls.
Empty emotions.
Heavy hearts.
When did the movers come
And take my treasures away?
Now...a place to sleep,
A place to eat.
But nowhere to live.
And not enough storage space
For all of my sorrow and...
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This isn't home anymore.
The walls remain,
The ceiling is there.
But the feeling is gone.
And that's what held it all together.
Empty halls.
Empty emotions.
Heavy hearts.
When did the movers come
And take my treasures away?
Now...a place to sleep,
A place to eat.
But nowhere to live.
And not enough storage space
For all of my sorrow and...
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SLUMBER
Reality is a place I dont know anymore, but its here.
Sometimes it makes it all worthwhile.
Sometimes Im numb to it all.
Sometimes it pains me to no end.
But its real and Im here.
My dreams are a place I know all too well.
Ive mapped the landscape over in my mind.
No mountains of pain, no valleys of despair.
And every...
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Reality is a place I dont know anymore, but its here.
Sometimes it makes it all worthwhile.
Sometimes Im numb to it all.
Sometimes it pains me to no end.
But its real and Im here.
My dreams are a place I know all too well.
Ive mapped the landscape over in my mind.
No mountains of pain, no valleys of despair.
And every...
Read More
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mykra:
They put something into the water dont they?
Some kind of evil-poet virus that infects all of Columbus residents and turns them into dark and moody poets of a high caliber.
Im stocking the feck up on it when I come visit.
Swoo.
Some kind of evil-poet virus that infects all of Columbus residents and turns them into dark and moody poets of a high caliber.
Im stocking the feck up on it when I come visit.
Swoo.
holdensolo:
Get a hit Crash
THE WIND
I stand alone in my yard
And look towards the bright spring sky.
The wind whips through my world,
Mussing my hair and refreshing my face.
This whirlwind of calm,
Relieves me of burden and doubts and second guesses
And so many other things that I thought
So difficult to be lifted.
Its power is immeasurable,
And it seems to blow only for...
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I stand alone in my yard
And look towards the bright spring sky.
The wind whips through my world,
Mussing my hair and refreshing my face.
This whirlwind of calm,
Relieves me of burden and doubts and second guesses
And so many other things that I thought
So difficult to be lifted.
Its power is immeasurable,
And it seems to blow only for...
Read More
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penelopelee:
no way is that dark and moody. it's nice to see something not dark and moody around this site for once. welcome to sgpgh, anyway.
penny.
penny.
holdensolo:
Fine, I'll be the dark, moody poet and Crash can write about puppy dogs and warm fuzzies. We'll see who gets more tail.
I JUST WANT TO WAKE UP
I just want to wake up.
It has to be possible.
None of this can be real.
But why is it the same story
Day after day after day?
Ive never seen anything like it.
I never imagined anything like this could happen.
Its nothing like the world Ive come to know.
I just want to wake up.
But...
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I just want to wake up.
It has to be possible.
None of this can be real.
But why is it the same story
Day after day after day?
Ive never seen anything like it.
I never imagined anything like this could happen.
Its nothing like the world Ive come to know.
I just want to wake up.
But...
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holdensolo:
Finally......
...and I'm glad you've been close.
[Edited on May 08, 2003]