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His guitar returned
Contributed by
rhei76
on
Thursday, 15th February 2007 @ 06:12:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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He use to live in a trailer
A whole lot of friends
All of whom were losers
Including him
Parties got so much
He found a bed in a different town
In some other house
Hiding in an intoxic phase
Days went by
With little or no sleep
He Quit his job
To have some time to catch his head
He left his trailer
For a couch next door
Seemed okay
When hitting the sea
He didn't mind
Her dumb *** boy
Wanting to fight
He played it off
All the day and thru night
Because she was
So ****** up
She lost the keys
He just said
It's Alright
And then he went and partied,
Drank, and Played
In the crowd
Then nolonger would he live with her
And she somehow burned her house down
When she was sleeping, trying to smoke
Months later
he stroll amongst her
Homeless Very Few Friends She has
He offers a room
In his already "fool" trailer
She, upon, like a user
She stay two months
With cash out of his wallet
He tells her she has to go
And while asleep he dreamt
She swiped his Guitar
From beneath his bed
Three days later he finds it
At a Beautiful meth head's place
Her mommy a crack dealer
But she won't touch anything except beer and ice
And there his guitar returned
Months past
and friends didn't stay
Thank God for he found his guitar
He thanks God
As He plays Through the Silence
Floating down the Stream
To A Better Life
Copyright ©
rhei76
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2007-02-15 18:12:58]
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Re: His guitar returned
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by emystar on
Thursday, 15th February 2007 @ 11:03:57 PM AEST
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Wow, I'm so happy he got his guitar back 'cause I would be missing the music I hear when I read this.
It's heart wrenching but it's good.
big ole huggs,
emy |
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Re: His guitar returned
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by myheartsvoice on
Monday, 19th February 2007 @ 06:31:24 PM AEST
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this and the broken are great poems, nice style you have, especially like this one, i 'm a musician also did it for a living so i can relate, that's how i met my wife playing guitar in a band soooooooooooooooooo long ago lol. good work.
thanks for the comment also. |
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