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Monday, March 19, 2007


hope, can it rise out of a dark hole?
Most people think hope doesn't exsist and for those's few in life who do, their just wasting there time and effort for a dream that'll never come true... I believe in what you most people think... but can you really blame me, I've lived through a lot and seen a lot all the same but hope, it's as distant and never going to happen as it is snowing in arizona in the summer where i live... and it's not in flagstaff... but even though a part of me has no hope, there's still the other have that dreams, and dreaming of hope and etc is one of them!!! ^^ so there's still hope of me yet!!! ^^
anyways I have written a poem on the 17th late into the night and I'd like to share it with you!!! plz don't be to harsh on me... I'm finally getting back into posting them!!! so bear with me if there not good, I haven't written poems in a while!!! ^^

Hope rises out of a dark black prison.

Empty, hollow, alone within myself,
anger, frustration aimed at all who tryed to help,
they wasted their time and I pushed them away,
it's over now but why am I at a sorrowful end,
I should be happy, I got rid of their pity looks and eargerly happy smiles,
but look at me, I miss them and don't have the damnest clue why,
they stuck on me like glue to paper,
but all I have left of them are pathways to follow and no one there, but all those pathways show no hope for me,
but the look in there eyes that they could help a patietic fool like me, replayed in my mind and my memory,
along with the love and carry they gave to me,
why can't I shake it, this feeling I have, I want it all, this feeling of something new, the feeling of love I just never knew,
so I remembered a phase a great friend once told me,
that we are only what we feel and choose to be, nothing more so what will it be,
and with that in mind I looked on the brighter side for once,
and began to finally walk on my pathway,
out of my haunting past and into reality,
into the world where I should have always been seen in, not running and hidding away to be hidden...
all it took was a friend, who not matter what,
just wouldn't give in, to all my stubborn ways and hidden hate,
who finally showed me the way out of my prison
and finally live,
I so thought I couldn't breath and live without being held within,
but I was a fool,
until I started to finally live!!!

nite...

~*hollow*

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