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    dots Submission Name: Trying So Harddots
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    Author: Indelible_ink
    ASL Info:    20/F/AZ
    Elite Ratio:    5.75 - 143/109/25
    Words: 321
    Class/Type: Poetry/
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       Crazy things that night brings. I hope I gave enough feeling to it! :)


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    dotsTrying So Harddots
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    Trying so hard to pinpoint beauty while my life collapses
    Trying so hard to conform to the agenda of the masses
    Trying so hard to find that of flowing peace, so hard
    Trying so hard to find comfort, but habitually on guard

    Awake yet dreaming, only seen in the reflection of tears
    The midnight moon unveils my hypocrisy, I fear
    Smiles so ingrain in nature, tears so readily hated
    Desire to burst out in fire, yet anger so readily sedated
    Undeniable frustration surmounts my soul in such deadly way
    My lines, easily ruined, in this once familiar part I played

    Though somewhere, I believe, in the desperate grasp for hope
    That the tune that follows me carries a happier note
    As I close my eyes with the stubborn refusal of emotion
    My will overtakes me with a peculiar notion
    Tears valiantly cascade along my face, in a bitter act of defiance
    Towards my strict mentality, to which I owe no compliance
    Though I quiver with fear at this demeaning, unveiling task
    For the crowds portrayal, for the thought of how they’ll react

    I tried so hard to find comfort, in every midnight I watched
    Every night I took out the key to my heart that I tightly locked
    I tried so hard to find beauty in such a drastically dark night
    I tried to keep the hope burning, tried to see the tunnels light
    Yet emptiness still wears down my already heavy soul
    It feels as if love and comfort the night had stole
    From me, I wish that I could feel it again
    Feel it someday, whatever the day, no matter when

    Trying so hard to pinpoint beauty while my life collapses
    Trying so hard to conform to the agenda of the masses
    Trying so hard to find that of flowing peace, so hard
    Trying so hard to find comfort, but habitually on guard




    Submitted on 2005-12-24 11:29:01     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      i like it ... overall i think it is a good writing .. and well just i may avoid the repetition osf stanza 2 we.. but everything is ok... i love this sentences:

    "Awake yet dreaming, only seen in the reflection of tears
    The midnight moon unveils my hypocrisy, I fear
    Smiles so ingrain in nature, tears so readily hated
    Desire to burst out in fire, yet anger so readily sedated"

    it reminded me some teenager feelings i had ...
    so keep writing and ... hope to hear from yous oon . and why dont you check out my stuff.. ??
    peace and love!
    victor!
    | Posted on 2005-12-24 00:00:00 | by vitoko | [ Reply to This ]
      I believe that individuality is one of the biggest struggles we face as a race and as teens. it is so hard to find your own groove when you have spent so much of your life following the grooves of others. It's hard to tell where being raised ends and growing up begins. I often sit down and try to figure out who I am. whether I am being my real self or who I want people to think I am or who people want me to be. In the end I look at it like this, I am who I am for whatever reason and when the time comes for me to change I will. I have no idea why I am the person I am or if I am truly being myself and part of me isn't ready to figure it out.

    Nobody realy knows who they truly are because are sorroundings make us who we are whether it be the people we sorround ourselves with or the town in which we grew up. there is no telling who we would be in different circumstances.

    As I try to grow up in a world full of hypocrits and evil I find it easier to laugh at ignorance rather than anger myself. I am dtermined to change the future instead of dwell on the current. I use the now as motivation to stay on track and change the tommorow. i hate the way society makes things god or bad, right or wrong, in or out, leaveing those of us who don't fit societies mold high dry and deemed wierd. Life is absolutly crazy.

    Well I hope my thoughts help you and before I forget I like this one. It was a bit long and the repeating stanza wasn't really neccessary but all in all good work

    "The Rose"
    | Posted on 2005-12-24 00:00:00 | by Chi-Town Rose | [ Reply to This ]


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