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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Hollow Soul
[time] => 2007-01-31 15:17:00
[hometext] => so broken. so lifeless. so poetic. tradgety revealed.
[bodytext] => this hollowness within me i cannot explain what it is like a cave in the woods left without anyone to inhabit the cold darkness so miserable for no real reason i am not broken i am not callous i am an empty shallowness awaiting for someone to encomass me i want so badly to be held to flesh to feel warm skin against mine to feel life for now i am dead a hollow being where a soul used to hide without now i am lonely the cave gets colder at night and rarely warms up in daytime it seems it has gone forever in these woods without any visitors the emptiness within me cannot be touched is afraid of people. of world. of self. how do you open something that has been closed for so long open the wound that has been out yearning for the warmth again and yet so alone and yet so lost to be needed, i fear is the strongest feeling in the world the streets could turn to fire but my heart would remain ice and how to melt this pain away is there? a powerful being. and yet i am hopeless so down alone and hollow this wound will never be opened the cave will always be empty this life will always be useless i am a cave. a wound. i am a being. a lifeless skull on the roadside. cars never pass me by. the dust burns me. at least i know i am still alive. alive and fiery. and yet... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 301 [topic] => 48 [informant] => xXdeadXpoetXx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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