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jboelhowjboelhow Posts: 170
edited December 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
How can we not be beaten and bruised
from the waves of time.
Trying hard to withstand the echos
of the friends and enemies,
that have fallen under life's
constant bombardment of
the promise of tomorrow.

The eyes dry from dusty pictures.
Fingernails pulled back
while holding on to the guardrail
that keeps us in this life.
Lips cracked repeating the names
of the loves we lost,
from our stupidity or theirs.
Ears bleeding,
on to cheeks that are already red.

The hands of time are not kind.
Live the life you dream

"Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me
So I can say this is the way I use to be" -- John Mayer
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Comments

  • I can relate to the words in this poem...
    It doesnt hurt.... when I bleed
    but memories...they eat me
    I've seen it all before,...
    bring it on cause I'm no victim.
    -Ghost
  • a difficult, large topic to tackle. kudos.
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  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    I don't find life to be so harsh.....maybe for some who are unfortunate.....I think life is a lovely walk in the park.....and I ring praise to God that I'm so happy.....
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
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