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A Hollow Man

Mystique420Mystique420 Posts: 338
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
A man walks through woodland on a cool breezed evening
Asking his minds faults to go away
A grown man for a man for nobody to say
Hid amongst the limb
His words turn to sobs
With pain staining his path
Plants wilt around him
As his past surrounds his sorrow
His wounds will not scab
A man in this situation
Cannot put words to mouth
So his mind controls him
Turning his body to part his mouth
Rain falls upon his lips
Salt forms liquid on his chin
Into a lasting bliss
Lost from him so far away
Days of happy things
Turn to mud in his hands
Light so bright up in front of him
But his past warps his fantasy of truth
Constant insanity clouds him
Living sucks at him
As his soul runs dry
Grim looks good to him
Living is to much of a bunny for a man
Who cannot hold his lungs with air
Or has no will to
Falling on his back
His mind numb
The ground soaking his body
His pain halts
Rain falls upon a boy
Washing away a hollow man
"To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."

--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- ;) nah,... we smoke it!
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  • depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    Mystique420 wrote:
    A man walks through woodland on a cool breezed evening
    Asking his minds faults to go away
    A grown man for a man for nobody to say
    Hid amongst the limb
    His words turn to sobs
    With pain staining his path
    Plants wilt around him
    As his past surrounds his sorrow
    His wounds will not scab
    A man in this situation
    Cannot put words to mouth
    So his mind controls him
    Turning his body to part his mouth
    Rain falls upon his lips
    Salt forms liquid on his chin
    Into a lasting bliss
    Lost from him so far away
    Days of happy things
    Turn to mud in his hands
    Light so bright up in front of him
    But his past warps his fantasy of truth
    Constant insanity clouds him
    Living sucks at him
    As his soul runs dry
    Grim looks good to him
    Living is to much of a bunny for a man
    Who cannot hold his lungs with air
    Or has no will to
    Falling on his back
    His mind numb
    The ground soaking his body
    His pain halts
    Rain falls upon a boy
    Washing away a hollow man


    wow

    you can envision this...good job
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • Mystique420Mystique420 Posts: 338
    depopulationINC wrote:
    wow

    you can envision this...good job


    thank you depop... i ALWAYS like to hear from you as your offerings are sometimes as abundant as mine... i guess i ended up sounding like that person we pm'd about, but i love a lot of your work & i'm also a musician/artist & i truly value feedback.
    "To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
    'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."

    --first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- ;) nah,... we smoke it!
  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    agreee with depop. this one was easy to picture. especially the last couple of lines. i could see it from above.
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
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