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[sid] => 89183
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[aid] => mick
[title] => DAZE (A BIG BLUE HOUSE WITH A NOB IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DOOR)
[time] => 2005-03-29 13:24:15
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => DAZE (A BIG BLUE HOUSE WITH A NOB IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DOOR) March 20, 2005 1:27 AM. Finish @ 2:10 AM I WANT TO BE PUT INTO A NARCOTIC DAZE I WANT HIS LOVE TO BE TOXIN I WANT TO BE IN A WOODSTOCK DRUG OUT HIPPIE DANCEIN TO MY OWN BEAT MAKIN MY OWN RYTHIM LIVIN MY OWN PASSION WANTIN MY OWN LIFE AWAY FROM THEM I WANT TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE & STARTIN WALKIN AWAY & THEN RUNNING AWAY AND NEVER LOOKIN BACK EVER AGAIN NOT TALKIN TO THEM FOR A WHILE TO THE POINT WHERE I FORGET THE NUMBER AND ADDRESS I WANT TO FORGET THE DOOR WITH THE NOB IN THE MIDDLE WHERE IT JUST BE A DAZE WHERE I CAN'T PUT MY FINGER ON IT I WANT A KIND OF GUY I CAN LOVE AND HE LOVES ME TO AND LOVE MY BODY WHERE I CAN PUT HIM INTO A DAZE WITH MY LOVE AND MY MIND AND THE SAME TO ME I WANT HIM TO MAKE LOVE TO ME ***** ME HARD ***** ME INSANITY PUTIIN ME INTO A ANGEL DUST CRACK COCANE DAZE HOLIDN ME TIGHT IN A DAZE BEING AFRAID TO LET ME GO CAN’T LIVE WITH OUT ME ATLEAST NOT FOR A WHILE GROWIN A HUNGER FOR ME AND I WILL BE ONLY WOMAN ENOUGH TO HANDLE HIM AND HE WILL ONLY BE MAN ENOUGH TO HANDLE ME TO TAKE AWAY MY PAIN ALLOW ME TO BE WREAK AND STRONG AT THE SAME TIME TO BE ABLE TO CRY INTO HIS CHEST AS HIS ARM ARE AROUND ME THE LAST 22 YRS OF PAIN, AND HATERED AND RAGE, BITTERNESS, DREPRESSION STRESS TEARS UNTIL MY EYES ARE DRY AS THE NEVADE DESERT I WAKE UP FROM ONLY 2 HRS OF SLEEP CAUSE I CAN’T SLEEP ANYMORE THEN THAT AND I’M TIRE VERY TIRE THAT WHY I’M IN A DAZE AS I WALK WITH MY FRIENDS WHO CAN’T AND WON’T NEVER SEE THE REAL ME THE DAZE IN MY EYES AND MY NITEMARE IS THE NOB IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DOOR I’M IN A DAZE AS I’M DLYIN SLOWIN BUT SURELY AND NO ONE IS THE DOCTOR THEIR NO MEDICINE FOR ME STILL WORKIN FOR A CURE HEARTACHE IS BECOMIN WORST EVERYDAY I NEVER WANTED TO CRY EVERY SINGLE DAY BEFORE I CAN’T SLEEP CAUSE I WANT TO CRY OF COURSE THE TEARS WON’T AND NEVER WILL FALL I PRAY THEY FALL I PRAY I CAN FIND A WAY OUT OF THE MAZE THE PRISON LOOKIN FOR THE TRAPPED DOOR HOPIN SOMEONE HEAR MY CRIES, HEARIN MY HAND POUNDIN AGAINST THE DOOR HOPIN FOR AIR I HAVE NOT BEIN ABLE TO BREATH NORMAL FOR YEARS HOW THEY ARE SUFFARCATING ME AND MY BODY FEEL THE STRESS OF PAIN THEY ARE GIVEN ME AND WILL SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THEM AND THEN FROM ME SO I DON’T DREAM OF THE BIG BLUE HOUSE WITH THE NOB IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DOOR ANYMORE PLEASE NO MORE BLUE HOUSE. PANDORA LA RUE [comments] => 1 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 13 [informant] => remi [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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