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Author: mrmundane
ASL Info:    20/m/vancouver bc
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This was written based on being sick, any illness really... that affects your sleep... but mostly ones that go unnoticed by most of the world, and for which there are no cures for.


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In the night they lie awake
The unheard people
Wait
They wait

The walls can move by just their thoughts
Of things they did in days they fought
The weights they carried despite their will
They charged on bravely but inevitably fell

And in the silence they must wait
With hearts of lions they stand their fate

And through the night they lie awake
The unheard people
Wait
And wait

Silent words are brushed right off
And then with that, they might be crushed
But crushed things break or make a new
And so they do just as they do

And in the night they lie awake
The unheard people
Unravel their fate.




Submitted on 2006-04-17 23:28:12     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  The second stanza is wonderful.

The walls can move by just their thoughts
Of things they did in days they fought
The weights they carried despite their will
They charged on bravely but inevitably fell

I love it, I think that it is absolutely brilliant.
| Posted on 2006-05-09 00:00:00 | by lori_tab | [ Reply to This ]
  I haven't read anything from you in a while, but you still manage to fascinate me. I love the way you word things.
And I know way too well what you mean here.
What I got from it is exactly what you said about being lonely and awake ripping your hair out over sh*t that doesnt even matter.
You basically described what my every night used to be like.
And no, theres no cure, but sometimes it can seem to get easier to deal with.
Well, maybe thats just me. I dont know.
Anyways, as always,
Wonderfully done, dear.
I love it.

-nikkki
| Posted on 2006-05-02 00:00:00 | by Liv2LoveThePain | [ Reply to This ]
  I had to read this a few times. At first I thought it was in regards to those that battle for our country. (Don't ask me why, I dunno). But then I read it again and I got from it those that wait forever for their lives to take a different turn, but don't really have the fight in them to change it. So, they are strong in the ability to wait for change to come to them, not to totally give up, but still....they wait. I know what you wrote that it was about, but that's what I got. You have a really good way with words! Keep on keeping on. :) lol.
| Posted on 2006-06-14 00:00:00 | by .:eVe:. | [ Reply to This ]
  .... I liked it. But I think my mind interpreted it in a different way than you wrote it. Well... may-b not. Have you ever read the book , the shadow game??? That's what it kinda reminded me of. If you havent read the book, it's about these people who were take and experimented on and they were given these powers to like, move things and read peoples minds and stuff, but it hurt them to use the abilities and they could controll them so... when they were around people or angry or w/e they would get sick and eventually there brains would explode from having to use their powers, and that's what your poem reminded me of. So.. am I way off here???

DRea
| Posted on 2006-04-17 00:00:00 | by Drea | [ Reply to This ]
  Ummm.... what????

it had nothing to do with powers.

"the walls can move with just their thoughts"

is not refering to super powers, but that their paranoia...

you know how when you're lying awake at night, and you examine your life and feel embarassed about things that don't actually matter at all? That's what it's refering to...

... they're like going crazy from loneliness.
| Posted on 2006-04-18 00:00:00 | by mrmundane | [ Reply to This ]


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