02-22-2004, 11:18 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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My Insanity Poem #2
Curse
The snow blows out over a dark and dead city And here dwell the Ghosts and Demons of Man Walk along the streets and snow so grity And still some fight, because they can Look out and see all of it, the greif the sorrow, the pain, the torn Stand here looking at a fallen and brown leaf All shall die as sure as they are born The wind comes up bringing the chill Everywere I see death,horrer, and decay Look to my pocket and reach for a pill may it be enough for sleep I say Eyes wide look at me in suprise Go ahead look at me in shock I wish i never saw the sunrise Insane is me so bring on your lock Bring thoes chains they cant be worse than thoes of a mind shattered Born crazy, born smart, this is my curse and it is my soul that this life has battered oct 27 2002 -Sean Caldwell
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03-10-2004, 06:23 PM | #2 (permalink) |
Thats MR. Muffin Face now
Location: Everywhere work sends me
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wow, very well done indeed. I havent seen a poem tackle this subject, and you've done it very well. Thank you
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?" -- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death |
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