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[aid] => mick
[title] => what the hell just happened
[time] => 2014-02-08 19:22:14
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[bodytext] => I she struggles with tormented thoughts a stroke of genius turned to a fit of bad luck you see, the love ran out her soul was left empty some speculate she just wasnt ready once she left she knew she was gone for good dreams forever dead she tried all she could to fly visibly determined she wouldnt waver she remained important she stole the souls from sleeping ghosts beating back monsters of seething hope a plastic stick for a sword she thinks out-loud to herself should I be concerned? shouldnt I be a little worried, if nothing else? affairs to pass the time formal events to wear a tie a sequence of floral patterns set to blow her mind she sees the world around her in invisible time she contemplates the wonders marvels at the randomness of a scum turned philanthropist of something truly altruistic she buttons her mouth applies a shiny coating of red lipstick she would never be denied pleasures this ridiculous an out- of- body experiences a certain sweetness seems to run throughout her tasty supple skin she undresses slowly her seductive dance begins she breathes the aroma of peace she sucks it all in swirls it all around gargles it all down her fears are left deceased buried 35 feet down in the bottomless ground covered with shrubbery and firmly planted trees she opens the window wide sticks her head outside her warm body hides secrets of a fanciful life her voice collides heart and soul combine she is more alive nothing here to contrive real as her glow she takes it hard and slow so? who are you to judge? II tempers will rise the perpetual smooth ride commences then is swiftly upended without pretenses no attempts attempted to make amends no more than fading fake frozen friends she waves being brave an affront to the fear she can not escape she continues to take and take lust is what she craves buried deep in a cave blackness shadows the truth evasive and apparently aloof she says nothing important her ignorance is our living proof she dishes pain with no purpose a rush to the head stars spin sleep tight in death unconscious life resumes gasoline to comfort the bruise black and blue vaseline to lubricate the mood rocks chill the booze romantic and hidden the white side of the moon subdued tranquility ensues everything soft at all costs she avoids what was brought forth for in the delivery comes the moment where all is lost fallen to pieces shattered lives battered mornings dreary eyes the tide turns footsteps churn the perpetrator plays with fire eventually she gets burned forced to pay her dues uptight and loose serenity hung from the noose the chair kicked out choking on fading moments and smoggy exhaust fumes as her life becomes her torment her story yesterdays ragged news perspective skews bias views subdued returned when refused mentally abused justly accused punished for breaking very single one of gods rules spanked in the nude admonished for lurking interrupting and being ravishingly rude scavenging for scattered rotten food secluded a monster on the loose delirious and confused hide your children lock your doors load your weapons this is war she has nothing to lose _____________________ _______ [comments] => 4 [counter] => 310 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jyssvw [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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