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[aid] => mick
[title] => Theme of the Broken Bodied
[time] => 2007-08-13 03:11:39
[hometext] => Caution: This is a very emotion poem, enjoy at your own risk!
[bodytext] => I passed through your erosion, Is there something left in store? You can ask the question, and I'll answer; there is more. I sit here 'cause I've fallen. Body's crumples on the ground. I watch the others join me Until the bodies form a mound. I work up from the bottom. Of course I'm on the top, I cannot seem to help myself; I'm all the others' rock. My arms and legs aren't working, As always, I fall flat. No one tries to help me. I'm getting sick of that. Now the bodies topple. And crush me like cement. And yet I feel lone, somehow And twisting with dement. Entangle me in stories And lies about true life, When all I've seen is pain, A mix with suffering and strife. The bodies fall from 'round me. I lay here all alone, Thinking what life is like Inside a T.V. home. I wander from the ground now. The grass is stained with blood. Where I lay is brown now, My tears have turned to mud. And I am, alone here, Dreaming up my dreams. Most of them are violent. Scheming up my schemes. The ghosts come back to haunt me, The shadows of my past. Running through my mind now. To reach them, they're too fast. My body has gone flaccid, The limp feeling of death. I breathe the air, it's heavy, A hot and thick last breath. I finally let them catch me, The corpses and the pain, I'll be the umbrella Of someone elses pain*. Let them grab ahold of me, Their tears hit me and scold. I've given up the normal and It's time to break the mold. *Sometimes I think we're all a figment of someone else's imagination and that when the rain comes, it's that person crying. Message me for more details about that whole mindset. Thankyou! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 48 [informant] => xXdeadXpoetXx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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