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[aid] => mick
[title] => Speaking of Love
[time] => 2010-05-07 22:57:26
[hometext] => Ohhh crazy crazy mind of a man
[bodytext] => Speaking of love Life runs together like tiny pictures everything seems in sync with my mind. Let it wonder into oblivion, starting and stopping frequently. A pause button on life would be a perfect life, stopping the happiness and all virtues around. Words out of mouths seem to run in lines, i hear i love you but feel nothing more but the vibrations of sound waves brushing across your ear. I hear of pain and misery all along the planet but see enjoyment and bliss. Time ticking away in a clock is a beautiful symphonu melted into your eyes as each second passes. Tell me the beauty in love when i feel most compassionate during my most painful moments in this maze of life I see enjoyment in watching a love be broken into a hundred pieces. I pick them up and imagine what my life would be like with love nothing more than a broken box, or a large black room that has an uneasy feeling. The perfect environment for me. I plan to be forever alone i cant see the brighter end love is too unreal how could someone find true happines at so young. Day after day love would be too bright and too beautiful which would drown out the blissful darkness. I would feel run down to express this emotion everyday, with every second going towards happiness. I live in the present not hoping to express this feeling in the future nor have i ever tried to feel this way. But soon my darkness will become eternal, and with every inching moment bliss becomes closer. I fear my own happiness, but i can not wait to see my dear beautiful darkness for eternity but with mixed emotions i silentally await fot my utopia with the beautifully orchestrated ticking of my clock. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 13 [informant] => jmorrison94 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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