The Truth

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  • Confusion

    The Truth
    Inside my head are feelings awaiting expression,
    My deepest darkest emotions that I cant let go,
    Trapped inside me with no escape,
    Building up anger and sadness with every passing day,
    What should I do?
    Keep these feelings bottled up?
    Or find someone to share them with?
    But how can I do that when these feelings are trapped inside my body?
    Dying to make their escape.
    The truth is,
    I'll spend my life in confusion trying to free my emotions that are hid in the dark.

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    Smurf1 commented on The Truth

    07-18-2009

    As long as you keep developing your expresion, you'll unravell secrets to your questions in your mind. Confusion's just a state of mind, certainty will bring you truth!!! Brave's Eternal! Sometimes I feel no pain, sometimes I feel numb to the World. Sometimes I feel other than who I’ am, sometimes in my dreams I can only see an eclipse, that sucks me in, lifts me up from the ground into the ski, and carries me over the sea, until I can feel the waves, and smell the salt at my feet, and I can see the moon, that illuminates a jet blue ski, glowing off the tides; it becomes a inky blackness of ocean, calm, cool, and soft sprays of water, puts my mind at ease. I feel no fear as the air violently holds me captive, suddenly I speed faster and faster, as if I were standing still; like a missile I take orbit, only to collide with the stars.... In an instant I’m free....! Free from poverty, free from slavery, free from the mental chains I allow society to put on me. I explode a thousand times; baptized in fire I’m free.... Now and forever I’ am reborn, reality holds no bounds on me..... my soul is eternal. Young Brave. 09
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    mrgoodcat commented on The Truth

    05-11-2009

    To many this may have no meaning, but I do find truth in it.
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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