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Poetry News Post #1705

Out of Place (a general poem - not expressing current feelings.)

Written by: Scarlattan Painter, Alazuel Ceanalta, Initiate of Honour
Date: Sunday, January 25th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone


Out of place, out of place
Far away, or in your face
Be in a crowd, yet be out of place
Pose and dance, but feel you lack the grace
the cool people get and they laugh
Putting you in this state
Mind's going crazy, you're losing space
Even your head isn't a safe place

Out of place, Out of place
Echoing down the hall, your footsteps fall
Crowd is talking, while they are walking
You're all alone, nowhere to call home
As if there is a bubble, around the rubble
Whats left of your life, they laugh at the sight
Isn't there anyone there who'd be a friend to care?

Out of place, out of place
If I died would you cry?
Would you miss me, and wish it was me you could see?
If I was hurt and left in the dirt,
Would you think twice about doing whats right?
If I was hungry would you pass by me?
Leave me alone to starve and be cold?

Am I so out of place?

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Daedalan, in the year 355 AF.


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Poetry News Post #1705

Out of Place (a general poem - not expressing current feelings.)

Written by: Scarlattan Painter, Alazuel Ceanalta, Initiate of Honour
Date: Sunday, January 25th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone


Out of place, out of place
Far away, or in your face
Be in a crowd, yet be out of place
Pose and dance, but feel you lack the grace
the cool people get and they laugh
Putting you in this state
Mind's going crazy, you're losing space
Even your head isn't a safe place

Out of place, Out of place
Echoing down the hall, your footsteps fall
Crowd is talking, while they are walking
You're all alone, nowhere to call home
As if there is a bubble, around the rubble
Whats left of your life, they laugh at the sight
Isn't there anyone there who'd be a friend to care?

Out of place, out of place
If I died would you cry?
Would you miss me, and wish it was me you could see?
If I was hurt and left in the dirt,
Would you think twice about doing whats right?
If I was hungry would you pass by me?
Leave me alone to starve and be cold?

Am I so out of place?

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Daedalan, in the year 355 AF.


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