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[aid] => mick
[title] => Flower
[time] => 2008-05-15 14:17:04
[hometext] => please please comment
[bodytext] => In the darkness of my mind, I began to a hear a tune Not a visible tune, no, more like a flower in bloom I reach out for a hand, and then she suddenly appears Out of thin air, I don’t know, I am just glad she is here My red vibrates, precariously, unaware of it’s surroundings It wants to latch on to the tongue, but the saliva is not lasting She has the curse of meaning, passion and joy Takes sensible curves, and treats them as a toy Steadily walks from square to square Hoping that flesh will break out of thin air I watch her, change her direction when she sees my face The protruding brow, the eminent ear lobes, what a disgrace And I wonder, is this like the elephant in the room? Do we pretend nothing is there, because nothing is all we can persue? We interlock joints, bare bones, because life is forever changing I try to relax, but her body is constantly rearraging So who do I grab hold of, my bud is breaking I want to stay in bloom, but my sanity is for the taking Hold onto what I know, and she holds on too We both our out of our minds crazy, we don’t know what to do Think back to distant memories, caving in, the words We both know why we are here, we don’t have to think of verbs In time, she gets up, moves her belongings and leaves Leaves, leaves, leaves, I am getting weak in the knees What will I do without her, where is the pain? I feel it coming around the corner, am I just insane? I feel sunlight creeping on my cheek like a worm to a hole Where I this coming from? Is this another story told? I feel the absence of her, so I stand around waiting Until she grabs her pen and sits here fading I am gone and feel lifeless, as I sit on top of these walls Hoping someone would catch me if I happened to fall She is gone, not here, and I want hear the sacred bells But the sacred bells are lifeless, all I hear are yells I am back in my insanity, back in the pain I stop, pick up the page, and start all over again [comments] => 1 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 48 [informant] => juliestevens18 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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