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[aid] => mick
[title] => 30 years of Experience
[time] => 2009-08-25 17:50:53
[hometext] => Not a greatly written poem, I know.. more or less a vent to hopefully clear my head a little...
[bodytext] => Hope and laughter the earliest feelings mothers hold friends until the end a bug in a jar the usual things a long road trip new exciting things masks over memory's death friends fleeting lust too young too soon a thrown fist the taste of red dust confusion and isolation feelings in the heat a long road trip so many faces the mocking finger remains the thrown fist spit at and ignored too stupid for teaching too fat for love high school - friendless earphones to fade the scene escape and isolation so far from the hope laughter; someone else's memory the thrown fist pain no longer a fear the taste of blood friends - what? family love - what? the look in her eyes - fantasy hatred and rage so close to the end now the beauty in such liberation fuel to change the scene no longer fat no longer stupid no longer concerned addicted to feeling good to self-harm she walked in 'I love you' elation and hope quickly stripped control and manipulation 'you need this, so shut up' a nightmare prison ending with her in another's bed emptiness and silence isolation grown big from seed another kindred in orbit 'we should love in our isolation' an empty beast can only give empty love a storm thrown tumble weed his boy took years to find the other end isolated and resigned no better for the experience hope and faith dead friends - a damned pipedream who cares for the pain of love a boy without gravity satellite souls only temporal why stand? why stand? why take another breath? isolation deep rooted and ill and tainted heart an addict to the haze something to hide the sickness 30 years of experience. 26/08/09 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 21 [informant] => one-curly-fry [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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