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[aid] => Mick
[title] => The Harbour
[time] => 2003-04-19 15:35:00
[hometext] => * This is a very bitter poem. Its anti-media, anti-me, anti-politician, and anti-whatever else you get out of it. I hope you enjoy this. *
[bodytext] => I'm walking, running towards
The harbour, my haven Where I can 'safely' self-destruct Where I can cry and tear apart at the seams Where I can bob lifelessly in some pool Where I can be forgotten and scorned I'll be handed a razor and some kleenexes To clean up my dirty business When all I really needed was a smile and a hug All I really needed was that, But I'm cutting where no one can bother me Or help if you think about it Just trapped in my quagmire of loneliness Something new always to drag me under You just want to see me lying in a pool of blood Where I can be flashed across TV screens My every action judged By those who know me not And those who never will Shake your heads, another teen Massacred by the world's own flaws Say a prayer for the broken family Will it do any good? The floor stained with my blood A haunting memory of man's weakness Or maybe I will die, forgotten The faces of those, broken Hidden from those brazen cameras The 'concerned' faces of those Seeking re-election they can suffer in silence Maybe its better that way My body void of life Won't be chopped apart like a pig Every angle shown 10 times over To the saucer eyed masses Who need their dose of other's pain Like a cat craves milk Like a shark drawn by blood They believe everything they see, But in a month I'll be forgotten anyway Wrung free from their spongelike brains Its sickening their dependency How they suck everything in Greedily, only to release it Like having their first orgasm in a month, But maybe I won't contribute to that Leave them dry and thirsty Leave them stranded like I am I'm in my harbour, my bay The waters are turning red My brain is malfunctioning Tossed where the waters dictate My eyes stinging from the salt To far out to be rescued [comments] => 3 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 6 [informant] => bobotheclown [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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