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Stuck
By openureyes
Drag me down
speak softly
Chip away at me
gnawing into you
Inside this
bubble I hear the words I wish to hear
sing the songs i choose to
sing
I open my eyes and you appear
In this bubble I can make
you turn to dust
wish you out of my existence
There is
nothing refreshing about these tears rolling down my cheeks
Nothing
healthy about this emotional hangover
certainly no need for this agony
i create
This merry go round depletes me over and over year
after year
Toss me off...let me wake up.
A little
sense...wheres the relief?
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Copyright 2010 openureyes
Published on Wednesday, January 20, 2010.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Tuesday, August 3, 2010, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703)
wrote:
"Inside this bubble I hear the words I wish to hear", I love that whole section where you explore that side of turning inward. Excellent piece! Ciao, T/S
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A former member wrote:
no not no relief.... searching for something that makes sense of this carnival of life. I can almost feel the bubble.... the separation and isolation that retains me in my own chaotic fun house...
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A former member wrote:
I couldn't help but feel close to this one, thank you.
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On Wednesday, January 20, 2010, Dilated View
(583) wrote:
"Nothing healthy about this emotional hangover" That sounds like about the worst feeling a person could possibly have. This hurt to read, such frustration. Nicely written.
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On Wednesday, January 20, 2010, openureyes
(56) wrote:
thx...such frustration that its hard 2 write but so needed :( !!
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