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[title] => downed
[time] => 2014-08-16 04:04:59
[hometext] => I hate flying
[bodytext] => We sat alone in total fear both wrapped in smiles of brittle cheer with no way out without a fuss and sitting days upon a bus The tube was set, we all observed a process seen but seldom heard I turned and smiled, my eyes attuned for panicked thoughts within the room The captain spoke, and all did sit the wheels rolled on, the wing-tips blipped the engines whimpered as we rolled traversing to the starting stalls A final turn, the silent call the engines roar above it all the bird released, there's no way back she hits the air with full attack I count the seconds, grind my teeth too many pass without relief the road must end, there is surprise against my judgement, then we rise The crackling roar removes the ground the minutes pass, but still astound the clouds fall down like wispy blinds my throat is dry, I can't unwind I turn around and smile once more your smiling back, a poor encore the tension grappled by my pride will surely put me on the slide I say a joke, but barely hear my head is fuzzy, engines near we reach the top and level up a pretty lady fills my cup I count the minutes, fear the turns the wobbles, bangs, I never learn my watch face offers little hope the belt released, I start to walk what do you do within this place? I queue to only wash my face the mirror shows me what I am; a cocky, frightened little man. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 68 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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