Hard Times by Seizure

Sometimes I tend to think, life's got the best of me
Regardless how I try, I'm met with agony
It seems that every time I want to be some one
No one out here cares, I'm alone on the run

So just tell me why I should even try
Life will just get worse until I finally die
You pass me on the street, I need something to eat
I've given up on the chance that life will be complete

You continue your lives, leaving me out here
When i was a child it was my only fear
I hate to say it now, that that fear is real
I don't have a future and I'm too hurt to feel

Please tell me now, just how I should feel
When people tend to act, like you are not real
And degrade on you, because you're in the way
It's time to realize that good times won't stay

They will pass you by, just like they always do
No one ever cares, and you know it's true
And now I realize, I should have always known
Nothing lasts forever, when you're flesh and bone

luc (68.74.119.108) -- Friday, April 4 2003, 04:02 pm

no title
hmm.. well what can i say.. side from the poem . it was good, like the way your all rymth at the end. but as for the topic.. heh.. just sorta hit me there..the last line of each stanza always the truth. in some point in life. or perhaps all of it.

RED DRAGON (210.14.4.51) -- Saturday, April 5 2003, 09:57 am

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Your poem is a reality that each of us can relate with. i used to think like that: am always left behind...you long for a warm embrace and some will cradle you yet the arms are empty. you know like, sure people will take you in but some are so superficial. and then you realize it you get this feeling like you should have never them anyway.

however, i soon realized that life is a travel. and along the way we become alone...some roads we meet other pilgrims...but then nothing is permanent. and being alone should not be a fear because we die alone. down the grave, we are burried alone.so, dont be afraid. what am telling you is being alone is a reality.am beginning to accept that. and by acceptance you attain peace. call me morbid but hey, its better that way than being hypocrite....hehehehe...

again, like your other poem "ALRIGHT", i salute your poem. a fusion of words, cutting deep, fused with reality...and we bleed in awareness...

LinzAy (64.12.96.205) -- Saturday, April 5 2003, 10:51 am

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Great poem Seiz....different lay out for you! But with the topic of this poem and "Alright"......I was wonderin, how ya doin?...u ok?

Martin Vann (67.75.177.210) -- Saturday, April 5 2003, 10:21 pm

Need time to think...
Seize,

These recent revelations are different views of you for me. They are like, dust, laced with salt poured into my eyes. There is something here, I haven't identified, just need some time to think. then, I will reply.

Your woking me here, Seize, but I don't mind, I Learn from your work. I just need to think about these line and the others.

Just another caring friend of yours,

MartinV

Seizure (67.33.102.4) -- Sunday, April 6 2003, 02:39 am

Luc, Red Dragon, LinzAy, and V
Thanks for taking time to read this work.

Yes, it is a different "layout" for me, yes, there's stuff on my mind, and yes, there's hidden meaning. You'll have to let me know what you come up with there V.

I'll talk to you all later. Thanks again for checking it out.

Martin Vann (67.75.176.42) -- Monday, April 7 2003, 11:20 pm

Read The Message Of The Heart, Be It His, Or Be It Yours!
Seiz;

Put this to music in your mind...,After all, its what I hear from You.

Read the message of your heart, even if, you read it in the dark, your heart tells you, Look more closely.

Yes, I know, it is dark, where else can you find the light, if it doesn't come, from the dark, or from your mind.

Be the rythm of your beliefs, even if it tortures me, I'll accept the truth, can that come for you?

I hear your words, and feel your light, shinning from a shadowed sun, I can hear you.

Your words are all that I hear, they can't make them go away, even if, they kill the sun.

The words have passed through all the rest and landed deep within by breast, no, they can't kill the sun!

To deeply has its rays been burned, into my sole, each word that flew upon a ray, from the shadowed sun above or below...,

They have turned to ink upon my sole, and I thank you for that, and they can not kill our sole!
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I wish I had your pen, Seiz, I would drain my heart dry. Seiz, to me, you are the best of friends, you do not lie.

MartinV
I don't know if, I figured it out, but I'm relaxed, finally, with this reply.

ss (24.72.92.94) -- Sunday, April 13 2003, 07:28 am

ss
good poem

Morgan Marie (207.28.86.237) -- Thursday, April 15 2004, 05:07 pm

Very reamarkable
I am sitting in a class tying to find poems for a poetry booklet, and I am stuck on your poems. Ever since I have started getting on this site I have been in love with your poems. The way they are written and the message they give, they entrigue me. Keep the enchantment going!!

mizz cruz (198.22.21.50) -- Thursday, April 16 2009, 10:26 am

sum real...
your poem is truly real n thats what makes a real poem writer

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