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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dreams
[time] => 2004-12-08 19:18:44
[hometext] => This poem isnt really finished. Its another old one from about 2 years ago. I havent really came around to finishing it yet. It definately jumps from subject tp subject
[bodytext] => Not quite living in the past, The cars drive by so fast Dreams the mouth is full of glass Brain is bigger than the *** Scared to show whats in the mind If they dont understand Then they are blind We’re always running out of time and all the lies have crossed the line cherry gloss upon the lips and a flower that dont fit right stumbling over all the speed bumps and dreams that just dont sit right burnt cd’s and magazines combined to make them see the dream of children somewhere else dont get your hopes up she knows things are going way too fast and you just cant catch up facts are laid out and it all makes sense thats what makes this all so tough blindfolded since before your birth kept underneath this dome the lessons all make sense to you but the journey’s all your own. Dream of a day When none of it mattered Smile on your face Mind isnt scattered Play with your toy For hours on end Knock on the door Can you come and play with your friend? Responsibility addiction Hearts broken Forced to listen sounds inside your head saying when you going to fix em? Only left with what dreams you may have In your mind we can both kiss and laugh Thats all you owned since the very start So dont let your dreams fall apart. Contemplation of quality A scale that doesnt measure If I can’t take something away with me Then I can’t give you the pleasure And welcome to my world Where my alarm clock is anxiety They all shake their heads And cry for me I hate myself And society Dreams that cant find sobriety. Peers peer into variety Welcome to my world, Where I don’t know myself Discretion placed neatly Back on the shelf Beer bottles and smoke, Accompany the end of the week They dont say much in my presence Turn the other cheek Not happy with my actions So far from my intensions Are the others just like me? The thing that she mentions [comments] => 1 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 40 [informant] => briefcircle [notes] => Moderator 9 bleep word 12/08/04 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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