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Array ( [sid] => 16922 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Living Abortion [time] => 2003-05-03 02:05:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => i am an abortion, but i am alive
and each day, i fight to survive
never was listened to by those who taught me to speak
strong enough to have ruined their lives, but yet so lonely, so weak...

in the mind of my parents, i do not exist
never was on their like 'em/love 'em list
wasn't even supposed to be born
and of their life, this beautiful rose, i am the thorns

as for me, never have i carried so much hate
towards anyone, but my parents, and it's never too late
to take revenge, they will visit my private hell
don't ask what i'm gonna do to them;if they ever come back, they'll tell. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 228 [topic] => 6 [informant] => silent-cry [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )

Living Abortion

Contributed by silent-cry on Saturday, 3rd May 2003 @ 02:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

i am an abortion, but i am alive
and each day, i fight to survive
never was listened to by those who taught me to speak
strong enough to have ruined their lives, but yet so lonely, so weak...

in the mind of my parents, i do not exist
never was on their like 'em/love 'em list
wasn't even supposed to be born
and of their life, this beautiful rose, i am the thorns

as for me, never have i carried so much hate
towards anyone, but my parents, and it's never too late
to take revenge, they will visit my private hell
don't ask what i'm gonna do to them;if they ever come back, they'll tell.

Copyright © silent-cry ... [ 2003-05-03 02:05:00]
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Re: Living Abortion (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Saturday, 3rd May 2003 @ 10:58:20 PM AEST
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Ooooh good. I liked the anger and hate in this one. Don't think I've ever read one of your poems before. Very good.

Bobo (Joel)

Re: Living Abortion (User Rating: 1 )
by Good_King_Bragi on Tuesday, 13th May 2003 @ 11:55:59 AM AEST
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Wow...this burns...what, is it from personal experience?

Re: Living Abortion (User Rating: 1 )
by wolfflow on Saturday, 17th May 2003 @ 01:55:38 PM AEST
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an intense experience, like a constantly shifting shape, one of those poems that one can see but is just out of reach so one cannot quite grasp it, a lovely read

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