36.You�re lost!

36.You�re lost!

A Poem by pal
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Bodies� n brains get tired; Need fresh air n sunshine; Cheerful companionship; Something, doesn�t matter; The tired feeling; Sign of poisoned system; Blood charged with waste; Quickly than can carry away.

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You’re lost!

 

Time to time all feel

Blue! Isn’t easy feel

Heavy n depressed

Blank n black

 

Nasty n irritating

Nine out of ten

Thoughts focus

A subject or problem  

 

None an exception

Brain goes dizzy

Lost ways, feel sick

Tired n listless

 

Quiet n less energetic

Sadness mood, temporary

Few hours, may be day

Broken down! Sign of depression

 

Feel like crying

Tears are hard to stop

Choose being alone

Else, one to be with

 

Don’t go on thinking

Switch mind to something

Cheerful n different

Go out, play, whatever

 

Bodies’ n brains get tired

Need fresh air n sunshine

Cheerful companionship

Something, doesn’t matter

 

The tired feeling

Sign of poisoned system

Blood charged with waste

Quickly than can carry away

 

Right way, rest-pauses

Avoid tired feeling

Top speeds, never works

Tranquility all need

 

For once break all

Take real holiday

Have care free mind

Cultivate forgetfulness

 

Carry no excess luggage

Forget work u had to do

Give politics a rest

News paper doesn’t exist

 

Remember younger days

Others, you let worrying

Once don’t think, just be!

True holiday for mind!!

 

Pal

Poem n Video by Pal

72.You're lost

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvM-1Ke-2xc

 

Poem by Pal. Translation n video by Marina, Russia

56.You're lost! (ТЫ ПОТЕРЯЛСЯ ! ) - in Ruski  

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jWyCY0fgWc

 

© 2008 pal


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Did you write this for me ? I know what it takes to break from this pit. But, I can't do it. I need passion, something that gets me up and moves me, makes my blood pump madly. Your words could come from my diary. I am restless AND listless. I pace and sulk, waiting. There's much to do, and I do nothing. Your words make me know there is only one way to end this dark. Clean the chalkbaord. Start a new. Let the past go and live. That's what this piece says to me.
The answer is not in the words I write, but in the mind that writes the words. This piece I felt was for me to read. Rain..

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Did you write this for me ? I know what it takes to break from this pit. But, I can't do it. I need passion, something that gets me up and moves me, makes my blood pump madly. Your words could come from my diary. I am restless AND listless. I pace and sulk, waiting. There's much to do, and I do nothing. Your words make me know there is only one way to end this dark. Clean the chalkbaord. Start a new. Let the past go and live. That's what this piece says to me.
The answer is not in the words I write, but in the mind that writes the words. This piece I felt was for me to read. Rain..

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Did you write this for me ? I know what it takes to break from this pit. But, I can't do it. I need passion, something that gets me up and moves me, makes my blood pump madly. Your words could come from my diary. I am restless AND listless. I pace and sulk, waiting. There's much to do, and I do nothing. Your words make me know there is only one way to end this dark. Clean the chalkbaord. Start a new. Let the past go and live. That's what this piece says to me.
The answer is not in the words I write, but in the mind that writes the words. This piece I felt was for me to read. Rain..

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Did you write this for me ? I know what it takes to break from this pit. But, I can't do it. I need passion, something that gets me up and moves me, makes my blood pump madly. Your words could come from my diary. I am restless AND listless. I pace and sulk, waiting. There's much to do, and I do nothing. Your words make me know there is only one way to end this dark. Clean the chalkbaord. Start a new. Let the past go and live. That's what this piece says to me.
The answer is not in the words I write, but in the mind that writes the words. This piece I felt was for me to read. Rain..

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fresh air and sunshine almost always bring relief. Nice write.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

send my brain on holiday, now there's a concept! a creative view of how to deal with the stress life throws at us; nicely done.

laura :-)

P.S. Thanks for the review!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pal your formula for healing is all so very correct, go back to being a child, carefree and happy is the best medicine for the heart and soul. Very nice message for all to follow.
Tony

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A holiday for the mind...what a refreshing concept this is! If only we could forget the stress and problems that are thrown in our paths each day. Your attitude is uplifting! I liked this so much. Lydia

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great poem! I liked how it moved. We all need a holiday.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

For once break all
Take real holiday
Have care free mind
Cultivate forgetfulness

This is moving to me. A holiday for the mind. Ah a writer's plight isn't it? Just when you think the words will drive you insane, comes the break. Then, again, when the break comes, we woe over passion lost.




Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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