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[Guest Dragcor Warwick]

I seemed no different from the rest

Just a healthy normal boy

My mama always did her best

And I was daddy's pride and joy

 

I learned to walk and talk on time

But never cared much to be held

And steadily I would decline

Into my solitary shell

 

As a boy I was considered somewhat odd

Kept to myself most of the time

I would daydream in and out of my own world

But in every other way I was fine

 

I'm a Monday morning lunatic

Disturbed from time to time

Lost within myself

In my solitary shell

 

A temporary catatonic

Madman on occasion

When will I break out

Of my solitary shell

 

I struggled to get through my day

I was helplessly behind

I poured myself onto the page

Writing for hours at a time

 

As a man I was a danger to myself

Fearful and sad most of the time

I was drifting in and out of sanity

But in every other way I was fine

 

I'm a Monday morning lunatic

Disturbed from time to time

Lost within myself

In my solitary shell

 

A momentary maniac

With casual delusions

When will I be let out

Of my solitary shell

 

I'm alive again

The darkness far behind me

I'm invincible

Despair will never find me

 

I feel strong

I've got a new sense of elation

Boundless energy

Euphoria fixation

 

Still it's hard to just get by

It seems so meaningless to try

When all I want to do is cry

Who would ever know I felt so sad

 

Even though I get so high

I know that I will never fly

And when I fall out of the sky

Who'll be standing by

 

Will you be standing by

[reverie]

**quietly appauds ** very true for some... A painful dagger , isn't it... Bittersweet with the bite of an addition... to put it bluntly the condition 'sux' and you capture it pretty well in your poem... Then you go on to, show a way to fight it, by agrresivily reversing your emotions... I always think of louie armstrongs exuberant stage presence in responce to his terrifying stage fright as an example of this...

 

But it's a hard effort to maintain, when the sadness underneath saps your energy daily...

 

i simpathsize... cheer up friend... if it hasn't already past, then i suggest putting you energies into others... Find them... The simplist and best advice i ever heard was from a korean boy that struggling with english, said to me, "to get a friend, be a friend"

 

And i've found it to be true for the most part...

 

revery

 

the dreamlost

Edited by: reverie  at: 5/18/02 8:25:33 am

[Guest Dragcor Warwick]

grumbles about getting pushed down the list without much feedback

[Guest Jess]

You have eloqeuntly stated the problems that so many people... teenagers mostly...

 

go through. Very good poem

[Guest Xradion]

        *Xradion hears strange grumbling sounds, and feels an odd simpathy seeing as he too would appreciate more feedback on some of his poems, but that's life, and people are busy.*

 

        Good poem. I'm sure that I have felt this way many times in my life, but I always manage to rebound somehow. I'm sure you will too. My only real criticism would be your word choice in line three of the second stanza (I know, I know, picky picky). I think I understand why you say "DECLINE into my shell," but it really doesn't convey quite the right image. While it fits with the image of "the fall" you describe at the end of this poem, the word really means to refuse, to fall, or to sink more than it does to recede into. I would suggest to you either "retreat" or "recoil" as an alternative. That's really my only suggestion. Take it or leave it. Regardless, I enjoyed this poem greatly. Keep it up!

 

 

Xradion,

The Horny Druid,

Scholar of the Ancient Arts,

Holder of the Eye of Odin.

 

"The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream."

-Wallace Stevens

 

"When at home, do as the Homans do." –Xradion

 

 

 

[Rahsash Geldich]

As we go into our solitary shell,

Recoiling from an earthly hell,

We need to rember we must strive

To be a person, not just be alive

 

For although the shell is a protection

The perfect place for introspection

The air inside is depressingly dank

The thoughts are hateful, even rank.

 

We absorb ourveslves in pointless acts

Refusing to let ourselves face some facts

While letting others eat at our soul

Untill we feel that there is a hole.

 

But the people that put us into our shell

Are living in their hateful self-made hell.

Know before another day is unfurled,

There are better people than them in this world.

[Peredhil]

This commentary was added by a Visitor to the Old Site: Saphron21.

As a sidenote, Dragcor and excedrin are the same person.

 

-Peredhil

 

This was not an original poem as you can see. Look at other Dream Theater lyrics, and the same pattern might be seen. Not just by this "poet", but also by excedrin.

 

Artist : Dream Theater

Song : Solitary Shell

Album :

Submitted by : Nat

Corrected by : dude

Rated : 10.0 (24 votes)

 

 

He seemed no different from the rest

Just a healthy normal boy

His mama always did her best

And he was daddy's pride and joy

 

He learned to walk and talk on time

But never cared much to be held

And steadily he would decline

Into his solitary shell

 

As a boy he was considered somewhat odd

Kept to himself most of the time

He would daydream in and out of his own world

But in every other way he was fine

 

He's a monday morning lunatic

Distant from time to time

Lost within himself

In his solitary shell

 

Temporary catatonic

Madman on occasions

When will he break out

Of his solitary shell?

 

(Music Interlude)

 

He struggled to get through his day

He was helplessly behind

He poured himself onto the page

Writing for hours at a time

 

As a man he was a danger to himself

Fearful and sad most of the time

He was drifting in and out of seventeen

But in every other way he was fine

 

He's a monday morning lunatic

Disturbed from time to time

Lost within himself

In his solitary shell

 

Momentary maniac

With casual dillusions

When will he belittle

Of his solitary shell?

 

(Music Solo)

 

Also, the album that most of the lyrics are off of, is Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence.