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Array ( [sid] => 98936 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Fifteen minutes of insecurity [time] => 2005-06-22 03:10:12 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Fifteen minutes of insecurity:

My head hurts.
My feet itch
are sweaty
stink
are blistered
peeling back
bleeding.

My eyes burn.
The walls are too bright
are covered with tacky
frames
are lifeless
are flat cardboard
cutouts
crying to be heard.

I close my-
my face is a black lash
black hair
beautiful brown eyes
calling me liar
calling me unloved
blue eyed bastard love,
is an old dream
piled on old dreams,
is a burgundy
written on plush beige
flesh.

Every dream
is dead.
I watch the sound
spill
my hair
over troubled fingers,
hunt rabidly
for meaning,
hunt kiss after kiss
after kiss
after kiss,
hunt rabidly
and live. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 231 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

Fifteen minutes of insecurity

Contributed by iodinelove on Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 03:10:12 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

Fifteen minutes of insecurity:

My head hurts.
My feet itch
are sweaty
stink
are blistered
peeling back
bleeding.

My eyes burn.
The walls are too bright
are covered with tacky
frames
are lifeless
are flat cardboard
cutouts
crying to be heard.

I close my-
my face is a black lash
black hair
beautiful brown eyes
calling me liar
calling me unloved
blue eyed bastard love,
is an old dream
piled on old dreams,
is a burgundy
written on plush beige
flesh.

Every dream
is dead.
I watch the sound
spill
my hair
over troubled fingers,
hunt rabidly
for meaning,
hunt kiss after kiss
after kiss
after kiss,
hunt rabidly
and live.

Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2005-06-22 03:10:12]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Fifteen minutes of insecurity (User Rating: 1 )
by hardrocker15198916 on Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 01:10:32 PM AEST
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OMG that was amazing that was sooo amazing i dont know what else to say it was just soooo awesome and good and i LOVE IT keep up your good work

Re: Fifteen minutes of insecurity (User Rating: 1 )
by Maciej on Sunday, 26th February 2006 @ 08:32:41 PM AEST
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I cn identify with what your writing about keep it up

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