This place

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[QUOTE=DarkFallenAngel;28301]This was written a while a go, but seeing Misty's poemabout War made me think about my own pieces, so thought I would share.

This place was once my home,
For just over a year,
Even though there were others,
I always felt alone.

This place, it took my friends, my life,
It ripped apart our souls,
Battling every single day,
Against the opposition and strife.

This place it haunted me then,
And it haunts me still,
Wherever I may be in the world,
The memories of it never end.

This place is wrought with hate,
It's devastatingly bleak,
Longing for the ticket home,
But all you can do is wait.

This place of dust and grit and sand,
Of blood filled boots of warriors,
Frightened and confused civilians,
Who have called this home, their land.

This place is where my mind remains,
It just doesn't know how to leave,
My body may be elsewhere, but,
I'm in binds and chains.

This place I want to exit-this hell,
And start again, somehow,
Yet for every memory its given me,
I cannot rid the smell.

This place..



Edited to add -Sorry!!!! I posted it wrong forum, was meant to go in Literature. Booger.[/QUOTE]


Dark meet Mischa,,,, Mischa meet Dark

lol shell

congrats on the hatching of stinky winky xx

[QUOTE=Bakerboo;28304]lol shell

congrats on the hatching of stinky winky xx[/QUOTE]

BAKES thanks fook knows what i have to do with him now lol to keep him alive and well but its good init? lol bless all the ickle spiders

God that poem is incredible Dark.

Don't want to sound depressing but I'm going through a tough patch at the moment - depression isn't nice - I'm constantly reliving memories of my past due to a number of things i.e. mum's death, my fathers before - various health problems I have and that I'll be 60 soon - it's as if I've got a little man playing a video of all the things, places, people, I've seen, done, been and it all hurts so much. Every day I'm in tears - total mess I am at the moment - but most people at some point in their lives descend to this dark place.

Poems like this say it all - exactly how one feels at such times.

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Thank you for your kind words Angel. I know exactly what you mean but it's tough some days, like walking through thick mud with lead boots. All one can do is go with the flow and see where it takes me - no-one can go back in time, have another opportunity to change certain things or make different decisions. No one can stop getting older and losing so much that only youth gives - and they talk about growing old gracefully - now wtf is that all about !!!

Yes I smile and chat with others when I'm out. But then back home - I slide back into that little black hole that's full of fear, uncertaintity and pain.

Hence the distraction of joining in on various forum boards I'm a member of - some fun, some serious-minded, some totally bonkers and we all need sectioning !!

People have always interested me - all my life I've worked within various 'caring' professions so 'observed' and been priveledged to share so much with others' joy and pain.

Sadly the majority of folk generally live such a 'superficial' life, this is why I felt so drawn to you. You see life through that 'other' pair of eyes - the same eyes I, my son and few others do. We live and experience life differently, sensing every movement of butterfly, bird and bees wing, savouring every flavour within food, feel all the different textures of the tapestry of the natural world around us - the rugged bark of an oak tree and the velvety smooth one of the sycamore tree. Seeing with awe the intricate beauty of a spiders web iced with frost in winter to the raindrops caught within the petals of a rose. Smelling the delicate perfume of the wild dog roses to the musty smell of autumn's many toadstools and the heady, intoxicating perfume of linden tree and horse chestnut blossoms. Wet earth and leaves after rain, making a wish when we see a rainbow or falling star, bathing naked in moonbeams, walking barefoot on warm sand and early morning dew soaked grass.

Its such an incredibly beautiful world we live in - snow capped mountains, untamed frozen wastelands, deserts burned dry by a seering sun, gentle rolling hills, barren heathland, rich green fields full of grazing cows and sheep, lush meadows, woodlands and forests. So many creatures that live in all these places and so many plants, trees and flowers. Watching the earth renew herself every Spring creating new life that matures producing a harvest of new flora and fauna, then exhausted - dies away to sleep the long winter months and so the ever turning cycle of life to begin again with each new year.

And the tragedy of it all ? Is how mankind continues to destroy the very thing that nurtures him and each other.


This is my world. But you pay a heavy price - for the emotions and pain you feel goes very deep, deeper than with others and the experiences reach soul level.