Lefty's Lament (they won't all be sorrowful)

[Left Field]

A Dissatisfaction With Things (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showpost.php?p=768291&postcount=3)
I Just Want To Fall Asleep (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showpost.php?p=768298&postcount=6)
It's A Must (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showpost.php?p=768289&postcount=2)
Mr. Hyde (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showpost.php?p=769055&postcount=11)
No Problem (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showpost.php?p=768674&postcount=9)
Seattle (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showpost.php?p=768734&postcount=10)

[Left Field]

It's A Must

She use to be a lot nicer to me
I use to think it was fun
But I'd be lying if I said she's not missed, or that I now have fun by myself
The days go by, and weeks have passed
I count them up into months
Now all that's happened leaves a pain in my chest
I try to reclaim my deposited trust - it's a must!

It's a game...
It's a lie...
It's a shame...

I use to have friends I felt I could count on
I use to think they were true
I pushed my doubts down and cast them aside to place my faith into you
But now you're gone and I don't know where you are
How you think, act, or feel
It's been so long and yet you're still on my mind
I'm still thinking 'bout you after all of this time

Baby no... don't go
Baby please... stay with me
Baby, why... would you lie
If you didn't want... me on my knees

A girl like you I'm thinking I could adore
I'd swallow all of your pills
In fact, I did, and yet I still end up here - wond'ring did you exist
Was it a game, an act, was part of it real? Is there more I don't know?
Congratulations, I suppose are in order
Cause I admit it was one hell of a show

Bravo!... bravo, bravo, bravo
Bravo!... bravo, bravo, bravo
Bravo!... bravo, bravo, bravo
Bravo!... bravo, bravo, bravo


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[Left Field]

A Dissatisfaction With Things

Down in the dumps
I know I've been here before
I've got this look in my eyes, and my face on the floor

Don't know why, it is that I come here
It's just a place, a place my mind wanders

Deep and sunk in, my eyes - they open again
But it's so lonely and cold, that I can't see a thing
with a rose colored tint
Instead it all has been singed
A dissatisfaction with things, my mind is at it again

Take me now, and you won't have to deal with me later
I'd do it myself, but I'm hesitant pulling triggers

Twentynine years
Known this place for the past sixteen
But I don't even seek it, it's something that comes to me
And that's why I can't escape, because it bottles me up
Twentynine years and counting
A long wait to just self-destruct

Don't know why, it is that I come here
It's just a place, a place my mind wanders


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[~Sophia~]

Don't know why, it is that I come here
It's just a place, a place my mind wanders


I do.. Thanks! Loved it.

[Left Field]

I do.. Thanks! Loved it.


Thank you very much, Sophia. :)

[Left Field]

I Just Want To Fall Asleep

I just want to fall asleep...
And disappear...
You're all gone...
And I'm not here...
I'm out to lunch...
And out of town...
You see, I've got this way...
Of falling down...
Now people watch...
And people see...
But it's only what...
I show of me...
Expressionless...
Upon my face...
Maybe I'm sad...
Or feel disgraced...
The past, it catches...
Up with me...
It's not my fault...
Or so it seems...
My dreams...
I just want to fall asleep...


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[Pendragon]

All great poems, LF. Sadness can make wonderful fuel for poetic passions...

[Left Field]

All great poems, LF. Sadness can make wonderful fuel for poetic passions...

Thank you, PD. I learned that at a young age, lol, but it is true.

[Left Field]

No Problem

What's my problem? What's my solution?
I don't have the answers to either
Been going around town, night after night now
I don't have a problem, I'm just drinking...

What's my problem? What's my solution?
I don't have the answers, to either
Been doing the same thing, day after day now
I don't have a problem, I'm just sleeping...

What's my direction? What's my motivation?
I don't have good answers for either
My thoughts entertaining, all kinds of displeasure
I don't have a problem, I'm just wicked...

What's my problem? What's my solution?
I don't have the answers to either
My vision betrays me, I've become my own enemy
I don't have a problem, I'm gone now...


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[Left Field]

Seattle

I was in the city
Walking through Seattle
Far from my hometown
And thinking 'bout the weather

I was kinda nervous
It was a long flight 'cross the country
And I was thinking 'maybe'
But I didn't really want it

She had a baby daughter
I was all set to play 'Father'
Move out to Seattle
And go live with the mother

But oh! I'm a long way from home
Oh! Where have I gone?

She didn't look like I expected
Her picture wasn't accurate
But I vowed to make the best of it
So I smiled and I acted

The second day I nearly lost my mind
I was left alone for too much time
Feeling paranoid and stranded
This was not how I had planned it

And I say -
"Oh! I'm so far from home!"
"Oh! Where has my head gone?"
Tell me, "where has it been..."
"Where has it been?"
"Won't you tell me again?"

I came home and had a breakdown
Couldn't pick myself up off the ground
Feelings became numb to me
Out of touch with my own family

Tears just streaming down my cheeks
I couldn't work, eat, or sleep
Feeling inhumane and longing for
Feelings I once felt before

But, oh! I've run so far from home
And now, I don't know where I've gone
Tell me where have I been, tell me again
I just want to go home



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[Left Field]

Mr. Hyde

Dr. Jekyll never meets Mr. Hyde
When one is out the other's always inside
Then Dr. Jekyll, he gets to thinking
"What do I need to make another creation?!?"

They both live on the same little street
It's amazing that the two never meet
And Mr. Hyde, he's always running away
From the problems people face everyday

Dr. Jekyll, he can't clear his head
Usually filled with ideas he dreads
How they got there, he can't understand
Acts upon them - what a crazy man

Can't sleep at night, nocturnal is in
Takes his pen out, and then he begins
Zips a pack up that holds all his thoughts
He fears without them he would be lost

And it gets to be a bore,
he can't take it no more
Always switching back and forth,
telling me it's not by choice
But it happens everyday,
whenever the moon is out to play
And when when he tends to get upset,
cause people get the best of him

No, Dr. Jekyll never meets Mr. Hyde


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