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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Untitled
[time] => 2003-07-15 19:35:00
[hometext] => I am disapointed with how this one turned out when posted. The thing about my "poetry" is how it looks on paper. I don't rhyme. More or less it's the design of it. I will look at a blank sheet of paper and my depression feeds it with oddly placed words. I become proud of these words and their odd placement but, now I am dissapointed because the turnout is wrong. I am still pleased however that there is a place I can share it. And I do need to share it.
[bodytext] => I feel you like a lingering fragrance. Your out there somewhere. I need to feel secure again. I am sick of taking care of myself. I need my mommy to baby me. I am disgusted with myself. Nadia loves me. She called out from me and she is slowly shaping me into something. I pray I can be a better mother than my own. Hold me, holding myself. Kissing your small neck. I tickle you there. I don't question your love but, I wish I loved you more. Did I forget to mention? She is a sweet sweet angel. My passion for her My overwhelming feelings She is my muse and she will make me make something I will not let the ship sink with her in it. Trying. I swear I am going to start trying. Will promise not to stop trying. Flight attendant school. The next chapter? Will she like that? Will she want to tell her chum that her mommy is a flight attendant? It's better than a depressing recluse, right? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 48 [informant] => alisialynn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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