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[aid] => mick
[title] => SHATTERED HOUSE PART 11
[time] => 2006-04-28 12:27:03
[hometext] => part 11- read the first part to this poem (i posted it yesterday)... it doesnt matter how shattered ones house may be its always repairable, and thanks for the comments its fun to be apart of different imaginations
[bodytext] => this house still standing only frames of few in its landing its fall, hard crashing, shattered to its landing waiting to be repaired noticed and remembered... that one may take the long empty road that has long been left alone. notice a once was house, and stop to check it out walk in its hallow door and feel its cry for warmth... while feeling the bitter wind Seer through them, like a bitter cold burn... and while standing in the door way the ground draws their eyes away from the empty nest of this torn down hallowed house though such wind still blows through this empty house the broken pieces of memories a once happy place... On the ground still remains shattered underneath the house of frames this house can be repaired the frames can be put back together but what it needs the most is love to bring warmth back In the house sorting through its mess, looking for missing pieces... find what is there, and what is needed so much of the house is lost the peices to rebuild are not enough yet the broken peices of memories there could replace the lost pieces to repair so scrambling through the house of frames trying to get to the scattered memories discovering it still lives whimpering underneath the piled on pieces but to have to wait to have to just stay that way and dream of the day it will have golden walls just like before, when it once was and like before, draw attention again to the travelers that may drive in down that long windy road to see this beautiful home- until then in a dark grey mess with little remains it patiently waits for someone to pick up its broken pieces april 28 2006 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 201 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Adelle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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